Lightly armed nations can move toward war just as easily as those which are armed to the teeth, and they will do so if the usual causes of war are not removed.
quote by Ludwig Quidde
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Army Dub
From the bed to the car
Let us stick to you now and then
Move on, move on
Out of school, into home
Let us swallow you whole
Or just hold on, hold on
We were close
Army dub
Not as quick as you run, you run
You run, you run
Brand new shirt
Knackered shoes
Coffee made, office blues
And then run on, run on
Well, who's gonna take it like this?
No way
You are, you are
You are, you are, you are
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
You are, you are
You are, you are, you are
The one-armed man
The one-armed man
The one-armed man
The one-armed man
The one-armed man
The one-armed man
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
From the bed, in the car
Let us shower your heart
And then move on, move on
It's the one fatal flaw
Let us swallow you all, you all
You all, you all
We were close
Army dub
Not as quick as you run, you run
You run, you run
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
I said, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
I said, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are
(Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way
Who's gonna take it like this?
No way)
You are, you are
You are, you are, you are
song performed by by Gomez
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None but an armed nation can dispense with a standing army. To keep ours armed and disciplined is therefore at all times important.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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It's totally mistaken to suppose that an armed escort is going to give a journalist any protection - on the contrary, journalists who turn up surrounded by armed personnel are just turning themselves into targets and in even worse danger.
We continue to be exasperated by the view, apparently gaining momentum in certain circles, that armed robbery is okay as long as nobody gets hurt! The proper solution to armed robbery is a dead robber, on the scene.
quote by Jeff Cooper
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Blue
Every day it seems my smile's a little harder
And every day, i seem to laugh a little less
Living this way, it seems my sky's a little darker
You went away and left me lonely in success
(can't you see i'm falling apart) (repeat)
Can't you see what's happenin' to me
Take this hand and show my fingers where my heart is
Understand, you may just save me from despair
Watch this man, you'll see he can't stop what he has started
Take this hand, you'll see right now there's no-one there
(can't you see i'm falling apart)
You laugh at me as i fall
(can't you see i'm falling apart)
Just tell me, tell me, give me one good reason
Armed with love, i could save my heart
But on my own i just can't make it
I'm too weak to fight, so take it
Armed with love, i could save my heart
But instead i watch you die
Armed with love, i could save my heart
But on my own i just can't make it
I'm too weak to fight, so take it
Armed with love, i could save my heart
Tell me why an i so blue.
song performed by by George Michael
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This country is armed to the teeth, and none of these African states could begin to attack South Africa.
quote by Helen Suzman
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We Got We
I got you, you got me
We are where we belong
Safe places, warm faces
All have been gone too long
Sky writing, inviting
Disappears admist the clouds
False promise, the last cold kiss
All seem so distant now
Just with each other
We are all so well armed
And with a little care we need
Never be harmed
Weve got we, and theres love
Before our eyes
We can have it and hold it
If we realize
Just with each other
We are, we are so well armed
And with a little care we need
Never, no never be harmed
La la la ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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In a world which is armed to its teeth with nuclear weapons, every quarrel or difference of opinion may lead to violence of a kind quite different from what is possible today.
quote by Herman Kahn
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The Fairy Bridal-Hymn
[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the fairy child marries her God, the yellow rose]
This is a song to the white-armed one
Cold in the breast as the frost-wrapped Spring,
Whose feet are slow on the hills of life,
Whose round mouth rules by whispering.
This is a song to the white-armed one
Whose breast shall burn as a Summer field,
Whose wings shall rise to the doors of gold,
Whose poppy lips to the God shall yield.
This is a song to the white-armed one
When the closing rose shall bind her fast,
And a song of the song their blood shall sing,
When the Rose-God drinks her soul at last.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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To A Certain Group Of Truth Seekers....
a school of fish
is freed from my nets of logic
now they are free to search
for their own
safety in their own corrals
underneath this
sea of democracy....
there is no need for another
briefing or a gathering
i am safe now too
within my own niche
i am rested for once
not having to say
any word
at all....
for in truth you are armed to your
teeth now
ready as always to face your
inner struggles
there is no use of me now
as you swim further to fight your own battles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Angel
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Experience (1794)
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Controller
Theres someone knockin on my door
Theres someone knockin on my door
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
Pretend there aint nobody home
Dont make a sound, dont even move
Dont give them nothing to see
I think theyre looking for me
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Theres someone crawling in my yard
Theres someone creeping on my roof
Theres someone tapping my phone
I feel it deep in my bones
They want to probe my intuition
They want to find out what I know
Why dont they leave me alone
Why dont they leave me alone
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Might be the catcher
Or the controller
Cant be too careful
I take precautions
Theyre very clever
I got to run
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
(repeat first verse)
(repeat chorus)
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
Its a strange thing
Deadly reason
Razors cut with such precision
Probing deep without detection
Razors never lie
But its all right
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for meeeeeeeeeee
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Love's Vicissitudes
AS Love and Hope together
Walk by me for a while,
Link-armed the ways they travel
For many a pleasant mile -
Link-armed and dumb they travel,
They sing not, but they smile.
Hope leaving, Love commences
To practise on the lute;
And as he sings and travels
With lingering, laggard foot,
Despair plays obligato
The sentimental flute.
Until in singing garments
Comes royally, at call -
Comes limber-hipped Indiff'rence
Free stepping, straight and tall -
Comes singing and lamenting,
The sweetest pipe of all.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Connived
Investigations,
Alleged,
Robbery,
Arrested,
Connived,
Armed with a knife!
But, a digital camera took your image;
And you were arrested.
Personal,
Logistics,
Effects,
Collected,
Efforts,
Quietly,
Cross minds!
But you entered her room and,
You were arrested.
Expressed,
Operations,
Gathered,
facilitate,
Mentioned,
And to express surprises! !
But you were easily busted by the police.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Keep moving
Keep triumphing
Go on moving
Halt no where
Always dare
Nice words
To hear and look forward
But is that so easy?
When life is quite hard and busy
The childhood has been just over
I have lost parent's sympathy and cover
As they know what I can do with!
Fully capable of and armed with teeth
My outlook is now fully changed
Front teeth are hardly managed
Soul has barely managed inside
And sour over happenings worldwide
Life is not likely to cut much ice
Even if I prove right and offer promises
Fulfill it with vigor and assert like statesman
Yet I shall remain so as helpless and poor human
What have I to look back and turn for future?
Everything moves as per His wishes for sure
I keep myself fully fit and sing in his praise
So far I have been kept in complete health and raised
I live with pain, agony and lots of fun
Meanwhile I watch the life in turmoil and on run
How whole world is on move with no time to spare
How to mange easy life and prepare for new venture?
Yes, yes, someone apprised me of how to act upon
When fortune turns up and life is not torn!
I have learnt to live with ordinary but imposing style
That shall be continued till last for remaining miles
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lesson In Drawing
My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Astonishment fills his eyes:
'… But this is a prison, Father,
Don't you know, how to draw a bird?'
And I tell him: 'Son, forgive me.
I've forgotten the shapes of birds.'
My son puts the drawing book in front of me
and asks me to draw a wheatstalk.
I hold the pen
and draw a gun.
My son mocks my ignorance,
demanding,
'Don't you know, Father, the difference between a
wheatstalk and a gun?'
I tell him, 'Son,
once I used to know the shapes of wheatstalks
the shape of the loaf
the shape of the rose
But in this hardened time
the trees of the forest have joined
the militia men
and the rose wears dull fatigues
In this time of armed wheatstalks
armed birds
armed culture
and armed religion
you can't buy a loaf
without finding a gun inside
you can't pluck a rose in the field
without its raising its thorns in your face
you can't buy a book
that doesn't explode between your fingers.'
My son sits at the edge of my bed
and asks me to recite a poem,
A tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow.
My son licks it up, astonished, saying:
'But this is a tear, father, not a poem!'
And I tell him:
'When you grow up, my son,
and read the diwan of Arabic poetry
you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins
and the Arabic poem
is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers.'
My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Before all else, be armed.
quote by Niccolo Machiavelli
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Threat
Is it there or not?
A credibility slips away...
Yet fear continues to be marketed,
Without a hint
It will decline or stop.
A drama created to scare with baited hate...
Shows backstage antics,
Of those players who manipulate!
And the curiousity of the audience...
Has removed them from the edge of their seats.
As the director huddles with the cast and crew,
To introduce 'THREAT' as serious...
With less sweetness and a tension that creeps.
But those behind this performance are finding...
Themselves in heated sweat.
Receiving eyebrows raised from a backlash,
Unexpectedly they sense
Will soon come and upon them be dispensed.
And a lockdown begins!
Forcing those attending...
To sit and prepare for an updated end.
As armed guards from the stage seal exits...
To enclose all viewing this retitled, 'UNDOING'.
'The popcorn machine has been removed!
Those grooving and finger popping...
Prepare yourself for shocks unstopping!
And your delusions for scenes,
Of a serenity that beams...
Can now be dropped for a taste that mocks,
A perception that comes close to confinement! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Notes
Primate, elemental, spontaneous and emotional;
The point of drunkeness is what i see around me,
But i do have my notes for you.
This is like the quasi-mystical secrets cilts,
And there arose the fear of the society;
But you have to cry for help when being cheated!
With others living in a turquoise-roofed temples,
Because the notes of this world are not always equal.
Geomancy and physiognomy with the notes,
But be very conscious of the parallels like the mandates of the heavens! !
For they are armed to the teeth and i am only around with my ink,
But i do have the notes about this world for you only to learn from.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Saul's Armor
When first my soul enlisted
My Saviour's foes to fight;
Mistaken friends insisted
I was not armed aright:
So Saul advised David
He certainly would fail;
Nor could his life be saved
Without a coat of mail.
But David, though he yielded
To put the armor on,
Soon found he could not wield it,
And ventured forth with none.
With only sling and pebble
He fought the fight of faith;
The weapons seemed but feeble,
Yet proved Goliath's death.
Had I by him been guided,
And quickly thrown away
The armor men provided,
I might have gained the day;
But armed as they advised me,
My expectations failed;
My enemy surprised me,
And had almost prevailed.
Furnished with books and notions,
And arguments and pride
I practised all my motions,
And Satan's pow'r defied
But soon perceived with trouble,
That these would do no good;
Iron to him is stubble,
And brass like rotten wood.
I triumphed at a distance
While he was out of sight;
But faint was my resistance
When forced to join in fight:
He broke my sword in shivers,
And pierced my boasted shield;
Laughed at my vain endeavors,
And drove me from the field.
Satan will not be braved
By such a worm as I;
Then let me learn with David,
To trust in the Most High;
To plead the name of Jesus,
And use the sling of prayer;
Thus armed, when Satan sees us
He'll tremble and despair.
poem by John Newton
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