I've been accused of every death except the casualty list of the World War.
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Casualty of abuse
I was a casualty of abuse.
I was a victim of rape.
I was hurt more than once.
God I hate you I hate you all.
All you said is it was a game.
The only one who had the fun was you.
I know what its like to hate.
Becuase I sure as hell hate you.
I try not to be that casualty any more.
Only try as I might.
Defeated I fall.
Its hard to forget and move on.
When justice was not done.
When I see and hear you all the time.
I will forever remain a casualty of abuse.
Like a casualty of war.
I will always be broken.
And pain will always engulf my hart.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Third Degree
(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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In My Own World
Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.
IF this was 'truly' my own world...
So few I had invited to visit,
Would stay to exist.
If 'this' was my own world.
If this 'was' my own world,
Not many would walk around...
Disrespecting it as they wish.
And no one would sit with expectations.
That would not be an entitlement.
IF this 'was' my own world...
There'd be many more catering,
To the joys of others!
And the complaints I would hear,
Would be...
'How can we assist you,
To spread in your world more happiness.'
Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For the sake of the troops, for the love of the troops, we must not add yet another casualty to this war. We must not let truth be a casualty of this war.
quote by Barbara Boxer
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Casualty
(bliss)
Driving home I was miles away
When I thought that I saw your face
Late at night, a lightning flash
Put reality in its place
I never saw the warning signs
til it was too late
Im a casualty
A victim of my own circumstance
A casualty a hopeless case
That never stood a chance at all
I never knew what hit me
Like somebody put out the light
I was going crazy
Couldnt tell if it was day or night
I must have lost direction
A simple hit and run
Chorus
Out of control on a one way street
Feeling myself beginning to slide
Out of my head too blind to see
That you were there just for the ride
Living this life in tragedy
Why did this happen to me
Chorus
I never stood a chance
Im a casualty x3
song performed by by Hollies
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Nashville Casualty & Life
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin devil, a singin rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for loiterin when he was makin memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow hed sing his song
To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along.
Just a nashville casualty and life
Done left him without a dime.
Ever since the good lord took his wife
Youll find him strummin on the corner all the time.
And most of music city never the saw the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane
And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat
And I sang for every soul out on the street.
I could almost see him standin in the rain
His black and blinded face reflectin all the pain
Of all the years and people passin by
And all the ringin memories that can make a banjo cry.
Just a nashville casualty and life
Its a riff thats hell to play.
You sings for your livin in the street
And you sleeps in the back of some caf
And most of music city never sees the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman, lyrics by Kinky Friedman
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Elysium
Elysium
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
Elysium, is everyone nagging at your reason to believe?
Elysium, you stare down from a mound with such hostility
You said to me now wipe you eyes
Relax your hand and come inside
Lift back your head and swallow your pride
Don't be ashamed in me confide
I've seen you pretend
The happy go lucky
Everything's funky
But in the end
Your manic obsession
Turns to depression
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
Stand back and watch the bright spark fly
To catch a glimpse, don't blink an eye
The touch paper wrapped round your soul
Has been lit, let's go with the flow
Unwrap the gift-box {indecipherable
{indecipherable in your heart and torment in your soul
Eyeballs register overload
Time to wake up, time to break up
Get back in your box
Elysium, is everyone tugging at your idea to be free?
Elysium, to cry out, for you sensibility
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
To the windy casualty
To the windy casualty...
song performed by by Madness
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I prefer death and departure
I prefer death and departure
I prefer death and departure
From this wonder world,
Which has been my school
All these years
Making me learn something new
Each second, minute, hour and day
To the torture
Of your not being near
Each second of your absence
Kills me but not squarely
Only to bring me back to life
And torturing
Your presence
Though I used to feel painful
At times
Because of your intervention
Through my unhealthy means
You always demonstrated
Love and care
Your efforts to meet my needs
Exceeded ever my expectations
And my requirements
Were more than met
You came to unearth
My fallacies one after another
With our association growing
While your list of occasions
Where I fell short of your hopes
Increasing day by day
My list of your potentials
Kept elongating with
My discovering newer strengths in you
This is a kind of relationship
Where one’s weakness
Makes the other stronger
Come soon and join me
Before death takes over
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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War Of Casualty
War of Casualty, casualty of war
War of insanity, insanity of war
War of reality, reality of war
Take them down
Down they take
No surrender
Surrender takes
Cuts won’t heal
Heals wont hurt
poem by Alice Anne Gordon
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death Upon Me
Death shall be upon
Every doorstep
As it walks the streets
Death is upon us
Looking at his list
For whom to take
But death take's
The best one's
But we have to forgive
As their time is over
And they're needed elsewhere
Death will return
Else where
The spirits he collected
Will fly to the night sky
As death come's upon us
He passes me by
My time aint over
As i have alot to give
But death will be upon me
When i cannot give
poem by Karl Jones
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I have been accused of being a traitor, and I have been accused of not supporting the military. Nothing could be further from the truth.
quote by Martin Sheen
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In a democratic country, when a man is accused, he's accused from a document issued by the public attorney.
quote by Jacques Verges
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Journalists are accused of being lapdogs when they don't ask the hard questions, but then accused of being rude when they do. Good thing we have tough hides.
quote by Gwen Ifill
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I became chairman of the inmates committee. Got into a lot of trouble. Was accused of fomenting a riot. Was accused of plotting to kill the warden.
quote by Clifford Irving
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It is honourable to be accused by those who deserve to be accused.
How Many Lies ?
Once there were times,
Once there were reasons filled with rhymes,
Everything shared, everything told
You keep me so warm,
Protect me from all those mighty storms
And dreams seem so old
So look at us now, just look at us now,
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Do you read through the lines,
Or believe the tv and the times?
Where can we find more ways to see?
You strain on the truth,
And make believe all when you cry wolf,
And the lies youre giving me
So look at us now, just look at us now,
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Oh, well the truth is hard,
So when they write the book,
Fictions what you wanna be
Well, its your freedom of choice,
But you know that lies, are the cancer of democracy
Youve painted your face,
And now youve tainted your words
And now youre ready and armed with love
Well if youre head is steady,
And your soul is ready,
Were going up above
So whatever you wanna be,
Just come on along with me,
If theres truth in our hearts,
Maybe we can break free
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave nothing, yeah
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Justice
Justice is seldom found on earth
Although we want it most!
If the victim is poor
And the accused is rich
There should be a handsome compensation.
If the victim is rich
And the accused is poor
There should be less compensation.
I prefer death sentence
To lifetime imprisonment
And any other penalty to fine
Since the criminal may repent
And become a very good person!
Therefore the lawmakers should rethink
In order to establish true justice
In all spheres of judgment.
poem by Asif Andalib
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