Of all tyrannies a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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I save for them
A robber appointed as the Government.
A robber inherited as the religion.
A robber elected as the minister.
A robber allowed as a trader.
You save money for them.
31.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bank Robber Man
I was walking down the street today
Just as somebody blew the doors off of the B of A
Just then I head them call my name
As I was thrown against the car
I was being framed
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
I think you misunderstand
Do you think that I am the one that did it
Just because I'm tan?
Just then the officer at hand said
I don't give a damn that you are in a rock and roll band
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
Just tell me what's going on ?
Can you tell me what I did wrong ?
Does busting me make you feel strong ?
Make you feel strong
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
The Terrible Robber Men
OH I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
For always I'm hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men O!
Of the terrible robber men.
Oh what does the fox carry over the rye,
When it's bright in the morn again O!
And what is it making the lonesome cry
With the terrible robber men O!
With the terrible robber men.
Oh I wish the sun was bright m the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
For always I'm hearing the passing by
Of the terrible robber men O!
With the terrible robber men.
poem by Padraic Colum
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The Kid Just Wanted To have The Candy
The kid was alone
had promised her mother
not to let
any stranger in.
The robber knew this
but he was wise
he stood up infront
of the glassed window of the house
where the kid could see him.
The kid saw the robber
and the robber gave him
a kind and gentle smile
while showing a candy
of orange and green colors.
The kid's eyes
opened big and wide
and the robber gave the kid
the sign to open the door.
Little by little
the kid
became closer and closer
to the door
and then...
he opened it!
The kid
just wanted to have
the candy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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If There Was Forever
What would life be like
If the promises of forever
Like time or existence
Outlived our spoken words.
With the parrots we marry
We will live for eternity
The quarrels and arguments
Which are often silly
Will become part of us.
Those married to hyenas
Must get used to their appetites
Or take that to be the norm.
Food will always be ready
It’s good if she’s greedy!
Those tied to cats
Will have to pamper them
They’ll be shopping daily
And who can ask for more?
Men like shopping after all!
Its good there’s no forever
Because if there was
It will be torment after
Torment, fight after fight.
God is certainly a man!
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Parallels For The Pious
'HE holds a pistol to my head,
Swearing he will shoot me dead,
If he have not my purse instead,
The robber!'
'He, with the lash of wealth and power,
Flogs out my heart and flings the dower,
The sneering pittance of his hour,
The robber!'
'He shakes his serpent tongue that lies,
Wins trust for poisoned sophistries,
And stabs me in the dark, and flies,
The assassin!'
'He pits me in the dreadful fight
Against my fellow. Then he quite
Strips both his victims in the night,
The assassin!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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An ignorant person with a bad character is like an unarmed robber, but a learned person with a blog is a robber fully armed.
quote by Mickey Kaus
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All my life I wanted to be a bank robber. Carry a gun and wear a mask. Now that it's happened I guess I'm just about the best bank robber they ever had. And I sure am happy.
quote by John Dillinger
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Dress Me Up As A Robber
Well you can dress me up as a robber
But I wont be in disguise
Only love is a robber
And he lives within your eyes
Ooh, ooh eee ooh
You can dress me up as a sailor
But Ill never run to sea
As long as your love is available to me
What do I do with a sea of blue?
Ooh, eee ooh
Dressing me up
It doesnt make a difference
What you want to do
Whichever way you look at it
Im still in love with you
If we go on forever
I may never make a change
Dressing me up
And if I dont convince you
You neednt look too far
To see that Im not lying
cos I love you the way you are
And whats the point of changing
When Im happy as I am?
Well you can dress me up as a soldier
But I wouldnt know what for
I was the one that told you he loved you
Dont wanna go to another war
No, no, no
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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A Jack-At-All-Views
So, Estee, you are still alive! I thought
That you had died and were a blessed ghost
I know at least your coffin once was bought
With Railroad money; and 'twas said by most
Historians that Stanford made a boast
The seller 'threw you in.' That goes for naught
Man takes delight in fancy's fine inventions,
And woman too, 'tis said, if they are French ones.
Do you remember, Estee-ah, 'twas long
And long ago!-how fierce you grew and hot
When anything impeded the straight, strong,
Wild sweep of the great billow you had got
Atop of, like a swimmer bold? Great Scott!
How fine your wavemanship! How loud your song
Of 'Down with railroads!' When the wave subsided
And left you stranded you were much divided.
Then for a time you were content to wade
The waters of the 'robber barons'' moat.
To fetch, and carry was your humble trade,
And ferry Stanford over in a boat,
Well paid if he bestowed the kindly groat
And spoke you fair and called you pretty maid.
And when his stomach seemed a bit unsteady
You got your serviceable basin ready.
Strange man! how odd to see you, smug and spruce,
There at Chicago, burrowed in a Chair,
Not made to measure and a deal too loose,
And see you lift your little arm and swear
Democracy shall be no more! If it's a fair
And civil question, and not too abstruse,
Were you elected as a 'robber baron,'
Or as a Communist whose teeth had hair on?
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Sonnet 7
my heart's prophecy foretells your absence
though mind for this no reason can give,
predicting soon removal from my presence
of your form, yet form within must live.
and if within, then by which robber
shall that form be stolen? if i'm the thief
who removes such treasure, spiriting other
self away, inconstant proves my love's belief.
shall it be said that my love is untrue
and be found inconstant, as passing vain?
then justice make unmerciful, law eschew,
wisdom make folly, all my sins retain.
your form, by law, must constant shine,
proving my heart heir to robber mind.
poem by Doug Bentley
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On Conscience Bridge
On conscience bridge
extraordinary voices sing of
foul deeds and dark desires
of murder as a currency
rape as petty cash
On conscience bridge
tortured ghosts gather
to scream their torment
and to celebrate depravity
On conscience bridge
where i declared my love for you.
poem by Jack Lashbrook
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How Many Tears
(m&l - weikath)
A lot of things occur each day
Weve got to live with on our way
Theres so much misery on the screen
With commercials in between
And the russians wont be so late
Uncle samdont wanna wait
No matter if ypure black or white
You never ever had all right
And look up to the eternal skyes
See warfare even there
What once has been a paradise
Now destruction and despair
In other worlds the children die
Lacking food ill from a fly
Oppressed by troops to tame their land
Its all the same again
If any man is free on earth
Then tormentors steal his birth
They slam gun butts in his face
And leave his woman choked in mace
So stand up for our human rights
Push back this pest of hate
Raise your voice pass on the light
Unite! its not too late
How many tears flow away
To become a sea of fears
How many hearts are torn apart
Till another torment starts
But before the world
Turns into a sun
All cruelty and violence
On earth will be dead and gone
How many tears flow away
To become a sea of fears
How many hearts are torn apart
Till another torment starts
But before the world
Turns into a sun
All cruelty and violence
On earth will be dead and gone
song performed by by Helloween
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Conscience
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
Into the moors.
I love a life whose plot is simple,
And does not thicken with every pimple,
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.
I love an earnest soul,
Whose mighty joy and sorrow
Are not drowned in a bowl,
And brought to life to-morrow;
That lives one tragedy,
And not seventy;
A conscience worth keeping;
Laughing not weeping;
A conscience wise and steady,
And forever ready;
Not changing with events,
Dealing in compliments;
A conscience exercised about
Large things, where one may doubt.
I love a soul not all of wood,
Predestinated to be good,
But true to the backbone
Unto itself alone,
And false to none;
Born to its own affairs,
Its own joys and own cares;
By whom the work which God begun
Is finished, and not undone;
Taken up where he left off,
Whether to worship or to scoff;
If not good, why then evil,
If not good god, good devil.
Goodness! you hypocrite, come out of that,
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
I have no patience towards
Such conscientious cowards.
Give me simple laboring folk,
Who love their work,
Whose virtue is song
To cheer God along.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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White Collar Crimes
social pathology;
poor are not prone
more to criminal
behavior honest
poor are bedrock
of moral society;
career options
notorious fleeting
crime benefits
white collar crimes
fancy lawyers
buy rich client
freedom Bell Curve
merry propaganda
Frankensteinism
blocks sewer pipes
H&M IQ thesis
non-white poor
discrimination
rhetoric evolved
to any race poor
laid off victim poor
stolen their houses
is not yet enough
greedy robber baron
rich must also steal
a hard poor workers
honour pride dignity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Robber & The Roadie
When willie met ronnie he was runnin up a track
He was bent down, burned out, carryin a sack
Come on boy, you got to stop and help me some
And keep this money hidden when the police come
Ronnie was shiverin and makin funny sounds
He was lookin like a fox
That was runnin from the hounds
Sure little buddy, I can lighten up your load
You half it up, Ill hit it up, Ill take it down the road
Never had a better combination been planned
cos willie was a roadie with a rock n? roll band
They were heads back, celebratin, drinkin moonshine
Heads down, here we go across another state line
Tanked up and bullet proof
They couldnt give a monkeys
Damn if he didnt hide the money in a drum case
Pack em up, hit em up, do another show
The robber and the roadie got a long way to go
Willie and ronnie
Anytime they wanted they would pull another job
Anywhere they found a place
And it was fat enough to rob
If ronnie saw the police he would make a little sign
Then willie stuck the money in the bands back line
In the main racks, bass stacks
Anywhere he thought it could
Be hidden out of sight
Until the finished out in hollywood
Split it down the middle
When they took it out the sound
The robber and the roadie got enough to go around
Willie and ronnie
The robber and the roadie
Forty seven days and they had only one to go
When the telegram arived
To say the band wouldnt show
The crowd was getting nasty and it turned into a rage
The bottles and the bodies started coverin the stage
Then the cops came running in
And breaking up the riotin
When they saw the money falling
Out the back of everything
Hey little buddy think its time to run and duck
The robber and the roadie could be runnin out of luck
Willie and ronnie had to skip it out of town
They were sittin by the highway like jackson browne
They were stickin out their thumbs
In the middle of the night
When they saw the car comin with the spinnin red light
Wide eyed, tongue tied feelin pretty stranded
No use in runnin they were caught red handed
Pull em in, lock em up, put em in a row
The robber and the roadie got nowhere to go
Willie and ronnie
The robber and the roadie
We got state police and the fbi
Willie and ronnie
You get a big reward
If you can make these boys mamas cry
The robber and the roadie
We got the national guard and the bear in the sky
Willie and ronnie
You get a big reward if you can make these mothers cry
The robber and the roadie
song performed by by Nazareth
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What I Once Believe When I Was Young
idealism was the first thing i believe in
that the good triumphs
that the bad at the end is vanguished and buried
the corrupt is hanged and the people shall clap their hands
while the flag flies
in the free air, while the women dance in our liberties
while the men take pride
in the wars that they have fought and won,
that justice prevails
that the criminal is always caught and put to jail because
crime does not pay,
that the rich may soon become poor because in accordance with the
cycle of fortunes
no one is poor forever
that the only possibility of those who are up is always to go down
then one day i notice some white locks of hair in my head
my lips crack, my cheeks have wrinkles and my forehead has
a number of furroughs
my skin dry, my nose falling on my chin,
the changes, oh, the changes,
in myself have become the
inevitable,
and then, all of the sudden, the idealism is gone,
like how government is toppled by another government
like how a charismatice leader is shot and another
seemingly charismatic leader takes the reigns,
only to find
one robber displacing another robber
and this keeps on happening for years, until one day
i find myself standing in one corridor staring to the space beyond me
to the far mountain to some grey skies
it looks it will rain all day in my life
i look at myself in the mirror
to find this ugliness in myself and in everything else
it is dark, it is what we call a nice evening and then we do nothing
but turn off the light and sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The good one
Gone, the good one is felt about;
Come, the bad one is felt about.
The good one badly dealt with,
On his exit, it’ll torment.
06.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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