Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
quote by Wilfred Owen
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There was very little suicide among the men of the North, because every man considered it his duty to get killed, not to kill himself; and to kill himself would have seemed cowardly, as implying fear of being killed by others.
quote by Lafcadio Hearn
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Buried Silence
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
poem by Satish Verma
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They appear to have become so attached to their outrage that they are even more outraged that they won't be able to be outraged anymore.
quote by Barney Frank
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Ondine
Ondine
You won
All she left behind was an unloaded gun
And my face
Is blushing
For all the things she's done
You couldn't miss that girl
'Cause here she comes
Ondine
Back up
Run over my body with your pickup truck
And finish
What you started
Because I'm done
I searched the whole room over
To find these words
She said
I had the strangest dream
I dreamed I killed you again
Don't make me kill you again
'Cause I couldn't bear to kill you again
Ondine
Was here
You couldn't even take away a souvenir
Of what's left
Of that swinger
She used to call me that
I searched the whole room over
To find these words
She said
I had the strangest dream
I dreamed I killed you again
Don't make me kill you again
'Cause I couldn't bear to kill you
I had the strangest dream
I dreamed I killed you again
Don't make me kill you again
'Cause I couldn't bear to kill you again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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My Best Friend
Flashes of my past,
Come back to me.
Everytime I blink,
A vision appears.
The first one is,
When I was at my old school,
Getting bullied.
The next one,
I was being bullied,
And the teachers didn't stop it.
Then,
I was at the park,
Getting picked on by older guys.
Next the vision came,
So fast,
I passed out.
While I was passed out,
Visions of when I was bullied,
Swam in my head.
One of getting punched,
One of getting called names,
One of getting tripped.
One of getting ran over,
And one of my friend,
Helping me up.
She always helped,
And always stood up,
To the bullies.
She protects me,
Because of,
Two simple things.
One I'm weaker than her,
And two,
We've been friends for a long time.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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They Killed Them!
my hero when i was a kid
was Crazy Horse.... they killed him!
my mother wanted me to be
a preacher, so i read about Jesus,
and His life... they killed Him!
when i was nine years old,
and in the fourth grade,
they killed JFK in Dallas....
just before he pulled us
out of the Vietnam lie......
by this time i had questions,
i knew something was wrong....
they went on to kill Martin Luther King,
Robert Kennedy, Malcolm X......
anybody that stood up for
what they believed.....
they killed them!
the fear of ignorant apathy,
the murderer that betrays humanity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kill and thou wilt be killed, and he will be killed who kills thee.
It wasn't until two or three years ago that I actually learned that in the end he actually did kill someone. But that was a choice that he faced: to kill or be killed.
quote by Vanessa Kerry
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Don't Be Bullied By A Fool
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Bite your lip unball your fists,
And resist the thought of it...
To do a walk away.
That's right don't fight.
Just do a walk away.
And that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
They'll have their day one day.
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
And abort it.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If a young man is not prudent in seeking what killed his father, what killed his father may also kill him.
Peace Dies From Bullet Wounds
The warrior killed;
pulled the trigger
dropped the bomb
and when asked why
he said
'it's my job.'
The militant fighter
planted the bomb
and when asked why
she said
'it is my beliefs
my values
I am committed
and therefore
am doomed to kill
and die.
The politician
sought the war
and when asked why
he said
to protect my people
I must kill,
and order men and women
take up arms and die.
The son
leaving for war
was asked
if he would kill
and why
he said
Yes, I would,
its expected
and I do it to protect
my home,
my wife
my kids.
We all would be better
off
if we didn't
kill
for
peace.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Killed The Cat
damn i killed the cat
i can't believe it
a well placed kick killed
the cat yet no remorse
wait is that a smile
yea peaceful nights now
you waking up for cats yea
but no its not your life to take
you killed a living thing
it only a cat
there no where near extinction
so you have no problem
no the kids loved it
how do i explain it to them
ooh bury it and say it ran away
but they will be sad
sad! what sad face never killed
no one but my boot did
it collided in its tiny skull
it moaned till it pass
my god i killed the cat
i killed the cat
poem by Robert Roberts
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The Squeeze That Just Might Kill You
I will not let fear keep me in a plastic bubble.
I'm sorry I just don't care no matter the amount of risk involved.
During your birth you could of died.
During every breath you take you could die.
An aneurysm can occur cause extreme amounts of pain anytime before you die.
Nights of constant screaming.
Agony to the infinity.
And sometimes in the case of brain cancer their is no remedy.
If you believe for second you safe locked away behind close doors.
You in for a eye opener.
One day you'll wish you didn't.
Germs can kill.
Pills can kill.
Smoking can kill.
Fire can kill.
Electricity can kill.
A simple fall can kill.
They are millions of way you can be killed each and every day.
You are living one big fat lie.
So just take some wings and soar.
Embrace every moment while your still here.
Because it won't be too long before gone.
The reaper will come and your fear of your own mortality will remedied once and for all.
The only solution I see is take nothing granted.
Don't dwell that which is too petty to really worry about.
It's just the small stuff listen to me.
Come over here if you need anymore encouragement I'll give you a hug.
A squeeze that might just kill you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Into Forensics
Death did not kill them.
The way they lived killed them.
Death just ended it from being prolonged.
And stopping their activities,
To bring them eternal peace.
Experienced by a physical release.
Allowing an entrapped soul to be freed.
Death did not kill them.
The way they lived killed them.
Death just ended it from being prolonged.
Unlike ignorance.
Ignorance commits mass murder on a daily basis.
And gets away with it.
To defend those who become offended...
If they are accused of it.
'AND' their guilt is proven!
You're into forensics.
Figure that one out!
I'm going somewhere to enjoy my divorce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Video Killed The Radio Star
I heard you on my wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh-a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
Oh-a-oh
I met your children
Oh-a-oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Wow
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember, the jingles used to go,
Oh-a-oh
You were the first one
Oh-a-oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Cause in my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
To far!
Alright
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Cause in my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
So put all the blame on VCR
You are the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed that radio star yes it did
song performed by by Offspring
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Fighting The Big Wall
you tell me that your son
was mauled
by police officers
and you find him
in our arms
spitting blood
almost dead
the twist of your
story is
unforgettable
you are looking for
a lawyer to
defend yourself?
i am outraged.
give me my comfort bag
i am about
to vomit.
i am driving my car tonight
i do not turn on the radio
i want to kill the silence
of the common people.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rely on fate
A snake is killed for being a threat.
A rat is killed for being a menace.
A goat is killed for being a prey.
Anyone is killed by an accident.
Health and goodness will not save you.
28.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For What She Had Done
She had to die.
This Omoo knew.
He also knew he could not kill her.
Not even try to kill her.
Those eyes. Would look at him. Not even try.
So, what to do?
There was one Ung. Who lived in a cave.
Beyond the hard mountain. A foul cave.
Far from the village.
Ung, who hunted with stones.
Who killed with his hands.
Who had killed two saber-tooths.
And one great bear, whose skin he now wore hanging from his hairy shoulders.
And Ung had killed men. Many men.
And, it was said, a woman.
Ung, who took the fresh meat left upon the flat rock for the Spirit of the Sky.
And the Spirit of the Sky would go hungry.
And bring pain and darkness to the village.
But none dare say words to Ung.
Who had killed two saber-tooths.
And one great bear. And men, many men.
And, it was said, a woman.
He went to Ung.
Yes, said Ung, I will kill her.
For what she has done, said Omoo.
For equal weight, said Ung, in bear meat or lizard skins.
She is a large woman, said Omoo.
Equal wait, said Ung. Now you must come and show her to me, that I may kill her.
I cannot, said Omoo.
Then how will I know her?
Her hair is long, said Omoo.
Her eyes burn like the pools of night.
Many have the long hair, said Ung.
Many have eyes like the pool of night.
She will be bathing, said Omoo.
Tomorrow, as the sun dies,
She will be bathing. Washing her long hair at the falling water.
Many women will be bathing, said Ung.
Many long-haired, night-eyed women.
How will I know it is she?
Omoo thought.
Ah, he said, she will be carrying flowers.
Bright hill flowers, that I shall gather and place in her hands, before she goes to bathe at the falling water.
Then you will know her.
Then you will kill her.
For equal weight, said Ung.
Yes, said Omoo, for equal weight.
And so was begun the custom
Of giving bouquets and corsages.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I'm Wanted?
I’m wanted for murder
That is what the cop said
This was my plead to the cop
“I didn’t mean it”
“He was just there”
“He scared me”
“The gun was just there”
“He attacked me “
“I had to fight back”
“It was either I kill him
Or he killed my family and I”
“I was not ready to die “
“He was asking for is “
“This could not be true “
“It was not my purpose to kill him”
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry”
“Please let me go”
Yet the cop did not listen to me
He taught that I was crazy
And that is exactly what I was
I did not kill anyone
It was just a nightmare that I had
That’s what he told me
But I knew that I did kill someone
I felt it
I felt his warm blood splatter
As I shot him dead in the head
I hear him fall to the ground
And the dropp of his knife
Then I realized that what it was
It was really my imagination
I have been having visions
Visions of the past
And I did not kill that man
That was my mom
And I was the little girl in the background
I was really crazy
That is why I never met my mom
She is in jail
She had committed
MURDER! !
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poem by Jackie Thielman
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Growing Up In America!
you turned your children loose,
out in the streets of poverty....
only a few given a chance,
the rest left to fend for theirselves!
no jobs, unless you wanna soldier,
kill or be killed for oil....
then no jobs when you return,
and no house to return to!
food stamps and government aid,
till that eventually runs out....
then back on the streets where you started,
kill or be killed to survive....
dealing dope, dealing flesh, stealing cars,
no hope of anything more!
get caught and go to prison,
not in a gang, better join one!
poor white kids, poor kids of color,
growing up in America!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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