If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
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Misfortunes come on horseback and depart on foot.
If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Ignorant Bliss
The status quo, Oh! How I hate that word.
It always summons to my mind a bleak
Condition. Something static; the absurd.
Incapable of change. A sluggish clique
Contented to remain immovable.
Consequently, the common people keen
To worship creeds that are improvable.
Beliefs in doctrines as contrived as dreams.
The branded multitude we label free.
The mark is either cross or star to make
A difference. There’s no difference! See
The cows in meadows! Their future is Steak!
We also are contented creatures, dumb.
Unable to assert ourselves. How come?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXVII: Portion
there's man who gets big portion
then eats it without thinking
there's man who chews it slowly
and manage himself with that portion
there's man who wastes his portion
or saves for someone
but there's man who keeps it for himself
and with greedy heart wanting more
there's man who gets small portion
then eats it with pleasure
there's man who chews it slowly
and try to satisfy himself with that portion
there's man who doesn't touch it
so the others can taste it
but there's man who empties it
and without ashamed keep asking more
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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What man or woman of common sense now doubts the intellectual capacity of colored people? Who does not know, that with all our efforts as a nation to crush and annihilate the mind of this portion of our race, we have never yet been able to do it.
quote by Angelina Grimke
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Equal
equal,
..equal,
...equal,
....equal,
.....equal,
......equal,
.......equal!
dont it sound good?
wouldnt it feel good?
think about it,
and then do something about it!
equal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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A Heap’s peak
Everyone has a heap,
Each heap has a peak,
Be it a mountain or an ant hill.
Priding on such heap one would die,
Each soul thus getting some respite.
15.06.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Corruption rampant
No body is there to serve the people.
Are the common people not necessary?
Are the common people burden of the state?
The act the law the rules the regulation
Are of no use for the common people.
The common people are in no way
connected with the main stream of the state.
Corruption rampant everywhere
No body bother about anything
No body bother about the state.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Why We Fight pt 3 (Sticks and Stones)
Now is the time for peace
We must take the awful lessons of the past
And see today as a new lease
For if man again walks that path
Surely he won’t last
We’ll help each other out of this dark hour
Strive toward tomorrow and one common goal
We are all equal and share equal power
Now let’s get our spears and find some food to go
poem by P.R. Prosper
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In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen
FIVE-AND-TWENTY years have gone
Since old William pollexfen
Laid his strong bones down in death
By his wife Elizabeth
In the grey stone tomb he made.
And after twenty years they laid
In that tomb by him and her
His son George, the astrologer;
And Masons drove from miles away
To scatter the Acacia spray
Upon a melancholy man
Who had ended where his breath began.
Many a son and daughter lies
Far from the customary skies,
The Mall and Eades's grammar school,
In London or in Liverpool;
But where is laid the sailor John
That so many lands had known,
Quiet lands or unquiet seas
Where the Indians trade or Japanese?
He never found his rest ashore,
Moping for one voyage more.
Where have they laid the sailor John?
And yesterday the youngest son,
A humorous, unambitious man,
Was buried near the astrologer,
Yesterday in the tenth year
Since he who had been contented long.
A nobody in a great throng,
Decided he would journey home,
Now that his fiftieth year had come,
And 'Mr. Alfred' be again
Upon the lips of common men
Who carried in their memory
His childhood and his family.
At all these death-beds women heard
A visionary white sea-bird
Lamenting that a man should die;
And with that cry I have raised my cry.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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We fatuously hoped that we might pluck from the human tragedy itself a consciousness of a common destiny which should bring its own healing, that we might extract from life’s very misfortunes a power of cooperation which should be effective against them.
quote by Jane Addams
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Cultivate the frontal portion of her brain as much as that of man is cultivated, and she will stand his equal at least. Even now, where her mind has been called out at all, her intellect is as bright, as capacious, and as powerful as his.
quote by Ernestine Rose
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Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.
For far too long, the people of Northern Ireland have been denied an equal voice and equal representation in government. It is time for the Assembly and Executive to be up and running and the people's business to be addressed.
quote by James T. Walsh
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An end for creatures
I shall long to live forever
Though no time is left however
We are not immortal and have to depart
Life is lived in equal parts
It is not for us to think differently
There is natural law in force currently
It may knock you in time very gently
You may depart very silently
Think of uncertain things in cycle
One has to under go and perform in circle
We are confined to limited space
Lot many things we have to face
Peaceful end only when you are at ease
All unnecessary activities must cease
Eyes set on final departure
There lay an end for beautiful creture
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Equal?
How many men are created equal?
That's to hard to figure out.
How many men are created equal?
Preacher says 'ALL of us'
Hear him shout.
I guess he's forgotten what equal means.
He must be thinkin' about countin' beans.
One for you, two for me.
Count 'em up and you'll see
just what equal's all about?
Equal's really all about
who's doin' the countin'.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Just Another Sequel
There are many people,
Some troubled on the streets
And looking grieved,
With no hope.
With lost beliefs,
They let go.
There are many people sharing agonies so real.
They show and hold,
In the cold.
Some try to be,
Brave and bold.
And
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
And is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
There are many people,
Some troubled on the streets
And looking grieved,
With no hope.
With lost beliefs,
They let go.
And
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
And is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
Doing all they can,
To keep what's in their hands.
And
Is this just a sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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