How is it that, once victory took form and the horrible spectacle of the extermination camps was revealed, we could have shamelessly broken the promises given to the peoples in those years of ordeal?
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Promises Made
(mark paul/john duarte)
You said goodbye
And broke this heart inside of me
Teardrops fell
Like hours to eternity
The room was silent
As some forgotten melody
Your words of steel
Still echo in my memory
Promises made, promises broken
Promises made, promises broken
I thought we had a chance
To really make it last
Now the future looks to me
Like some unwelcome guest
Ill be alright
As soon as I get over you
But this time it wont be
Such an easy thing to do
Promises made are
Promises broken
Caught up in the sorrow
Tangled in dreams
In the lonely hours
Of silent screams
In the heart of the darkness
I break down
I feel the spirit of you
All around
Promises made are
Promises broken
Promises made are
Promises broken
song performed by by Tiffany
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Promises Promises
promises promises promises
sounding like
the biblical rameses rameses
rameses
so noble, and so
adorable
but like promises promises and
more promises
they are made more
to be broken
sounds
like a broken hymen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Promises On The Wind
as the wind blows,
you can hear the angels whisper,
promises on the wind.
all your hopes and deepest fears
have had to be hidden for many years,
and never been revealed,
promises on the wind.
wings to fly upon your back,
and the key to heavens almighty gate,
promises on the wind.
immortal beauty shown upon thy face,
with god and jesus in attendence grace,
the angels come to watch in that empty space,
you hear them as they whisper,
promises on the wind.
poem by Kenzie Lynn
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Spring and summer 1942 was probably the worst period of internal terror in Slovakia. It was also the time of mass deportation of Slovak Jews to the extermination camps in Poland.
quote by Alexander Dubcek
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Promises
Promises are comfort to a fool.
And I'm that fool.
In our many years of existence we have all had the leading role of being that fool.
Onto promises.......
I have numerous Oscar's for I know I play that role oh so well.
I wondered why do I fall victim to this.
The purpose of a promise was never to break it
BUT.....
If it is broken it becomes a lie.
I wondered why do I fall victim to promises.
It is maybe because I'm a Promise Keeper.
I am an addict for promises.
I could never stay away from it.
Never stop believe in it.
A promise is equivalent to 'say what you mean' and 'mean what you say'.
So when a promise is made to me it is align with the saying,
'It's like taking candy from a baby'.
Not naive for I know never to believe in Promises.
Optimistic, maybe.
I always believe in promises.
WHY? ?
Because when I make them I do my best to keep them no matter the circumstances.
Promises are my Opium.
But I must say most of the promises made to me were kept.
But as for now, , , I'm getting the bad side effects.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Legal Genocide Committed On Industrial Scale
It was legal genocide committed
on industrial scale even in city sized
slaughter camps like Auschwitz!
Systematic killing murder of entire
ethnic groups; all chosen people
from chosen ethnic, national or religious
groups selected for extermination!
Terrible things done to millions
of people in slave extermination camps!
Incredibly politicians bureaucrats
made passed laws to legalize the process!
Architects men designed ovens
to gas people burn their bodies
using the latest technology builders
built them; people supplied installed
the gas pipes; people built the huts
where those selected for final solution;
lived awaiting slaughter like animals!
Nazi's killed human beings like bugs
like an infestation of plague rats!
No mercy no regret no shame
because it was legal government...
a Nazi Third Reich declared
it legal righteous a purification
people involved were obeying...
The law obeying Reich law man's law!
Participating in a noble cause! No!
Participating in a heinous crime!
Against God’s law against humanity!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Where is This Going
Destine to stay
Destine to wait
Destine to be
Someone who needs other peoples agony
Why me?
How do I fix whats never been broken?
I was looking at it, as it stared right back at me
I waited till it was too late
How empty am I?
Bottomless darkness
Please forgive my arrogance
Please forgive my lunacy
Please forgive my anger
Its been bottled up for so my years
That now if I drink my conscience completely disappears
They guilt is a pleasure
If that's the case I wish it would become light as feather
So I could weather this horrible storm
I don't want to feel so worn out by the end of the day
Day after day
Will I be okay?
Only time will tell
But it goes so slow right now
I just don't know
Where will this go?
Please tell me where this will go
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Agriculture is now a motorized food industry, the same thing in its essence as the production of corpses in the gas chambers and the extermination camps, the same thing as blockades and the reduction of countries to famine, the same thing as the manufacture of hydrogen bombs.
quote by Martin Heidegger
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Future Is Promises
I saw him today at the station
There was something on his mind
I felt I was on the devils mission
Trying to steal him from a friend
I know it hurts you
And you cant ask why
I know it hurts you
Takes a train to cry
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Youve been living life in the past
Im gonna reach out Im gonna grab your heart
Youve been living life in the eyes of a stranger
Youve gotta free your mind
Cause I want to get nearer
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Take the chance and make the move
But dont think that I will approve
For once Ive finally realised
Being with her wasted your life
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
I know you can make it if you try
Your only future is promises
For so many years
Your only future is promises
song performed by by Texas
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I Think That...(thoughts on words and promises)
Words… are so easy to say
Promises, ne’er so hard to keep
Words… easily written
Promises, not to be shallow or deep
Words…so effortlessly uttered
Promises, should never be broken
Words…so unthinkingly muttered
Promises, not given only in token
Words…so empty… so easy to say
Promises… never just idle notions
Words should be true in every way…and
Promises be pledges of devotions
poem by David Whalen
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As long as my body holds out, I'll be grooving when I'm 70, and not some sort of horrible spectacle.
Dark As Before
In this darkened world we live, God’s Only Son was sent to give,
A Hope and Light to every nation, through The Lord’s Revelation,
Spoken of through all the ages, by Prophets and Ancient Sages,
And revealed by our God’s plan, to bring Salvation to every man.
Revealed to the Nation Israel, a peoples waiting for God to fulfill,
The many promises, to that land, yet, they would not understand,
He was their Messiah to come, and not sure, where He was from,
But, He was that promised One, not only for Israel, but everyone.
They were blinded through unbelief, so, their Nation saw no relief,
From that darkness, they were in, brought on them by all their sin.
God sent salvation to that race, who had fallen from God’s grace,
But, blinded by all their iniquity, they had eyes that could not see.
The darkness when Christ first came, in our land is quite the same,
Shifting hearts against The Lord, so revealed Truths goes ignored,
Opposing all they should’ve feared, consciences, now are seared,
So that believing in Satan’s lies, is now seen to be politically wise.
As John the Baptist paved the way, for what Jesus Christ did say,
Those of us, who are Born Again, must be God’s voice to all men,
While leading men to a second birth, before Christ returns to earth,
So others too, can have Eternal Life, with The Savior Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
When We Were Young
Looking through a kaleidoscope,
I see your image always there.
The dream that eluded me
ever since we were young.
Both of us have grown up,
gone our separate ways.
You have your family
and I have mine
and never the twain shall meet,
However in stolen moments
that reflect in my life
I see us when we were young
holding each others hand
making small promises
that neither of us could keep.
Life’s journey took us far and wide
disappearing from each other’s lives.
The promises we made
when we were young
have faded through the years
and lay forgotten now
where broken promises go.
27 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Someone Keeps Moving My Chair
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Telephone call for mr. horrible
But before he can talk to the ugliness men
Theres some horrible business left
For him to attend to
Something unpleasant has spilled on his brain
As he sponges it off they say
Is this horrible?
Is this horrible?
Its the ugliness men, mr. horrible
Were just trying to bug you
We thought that our dreadfulness
Might be a thing to annoy you with
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk
Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed?
Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder
Of things well forget to do today otherwise,
Using a green magic marker, if its alright
On the back of your head?
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Were not done with you yet mr. horrible
You have to try on these pants so the ugliness men
Can decide if theyre just as embarrassing as we think
We have to be sure about this
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Someone keeps moving my chair
Mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Next Poem In The Prison
The seed of war grows well,
On the farm of hatred;
I abhor wars,
Though my victory be certain;
I abhor enforced exodus,
And the camps too,
The camps peep out of my eyes,
I am in search of
Absolute peace and liberty,
My search winks at me.
I am with peace,
And my fate is isolation,
I shall write,
The next poem in the prison.
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Broken Promises
Just another broken promise.
Your words are really cheap.
You're writing cheques with your mouth.
Your body will not keep.
They say that love is action.
Not simply just a word.
If that's the case, I've never felt.
I've only really heard.
You've said it many many times.
When push it came to shove.
I truly honestly believe.
It's only you, you love.
The times you said, the things you'd do.
But then you would forget.
You would work as hard as you wanted to.
Until you had to sweat.
Things got tough, you packed it in,
And threw it all away.
Instead of putting in effort.
You'd rather go out and play.
I tried and tried, the work I did.
Make our world a better place.
You sat right on the sidelines.
While I went and ran the race.
The same excuses “I forgot”.
I've heard it all before.
The hurt I felt and feel again.
I can't take it anymore.
You say “Don't sweat it! ”, “”It's no big deal! ”
“Be thankful for what you've got”.
But to me it is the little things,
That really mean a lot
I take your broken promises.
That fill my broken heart.
I'll tell you what they do to me.
It rips my soul apart.
Again, I bet you'll blow it off.
You'll say what you want me to hear.
You'll take the promises that you make.
Then make them disappear.
So talk your talk, I'll walk my walk.
I've done everything I can.
To keep my promise and my word.
I truly am a man.
You keep your broken promises.
I know that's what you'll do.
Your talk is cheap, your words are lies.
I know that mine are true.
I'll pack your broken promises.
I'm out the broken door.
I hope you enjoy your broken home.
I won't be broken anymore!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Hush'd Be The Camps To-day
HUSH'D be the camps to-day;
And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;
And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,
Our dear commander's death.
No more for him life's stormy conflicts;
Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
But sing, poet, in our name;
Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps, know it
truly.
As they invault the coffin there; 10
Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Hush'd Be the Camps Today
Hush'd be the camps today,
And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,
And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
Our dear commander's death.
No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
But sing poet in our name,
Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
As they invault the coffin there,
Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Promises
Remember how it used to be,
Remember how you promised me,
That life would always be good,
You forget the fact you lied to me,
You locked my heart and threw the key,
I'm so misunderstood,
What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
Remember how I gave my heart,
And all at once we fell apart,
Was I supposed to forgive you,
You forgot the fact you said to me,
That we were for eternity,
You're so easy to see through,
What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
Remember that I'm over you,
And know that I will make it through,
Hope you never forget it,
The promises you made to me,
Were really lies and fantasy,
Hope you come to regret it,
What to say when all the tears have dried,
Promises, promises,
What to think when all our love has died,
Promises, promises,
The promises we used to keep have gone,
And with them all the words,
That kept us both from seeing what was wrong,
The rest is silent, What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
What to say when all the tears have dried,
Promises, promises,
What to think when all our love has died,
Promises, promises.
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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