It works both ways: there are victims of tragedy who come to me who have experienced grief of such magnitude that they cannot reconcile. Likewise, I cannot change the mentality of those who committed the crimes or the fools who followed them.
quote by Paddy Ashdown
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In the name of God
Atrocities committed when crusaders fought
Women, children murdered
Were Non believers of Antioch/Marat
Jerusalem sieged for a noble Cause
Saracens slaughtered, plundering by holy squad
History sometimes renders us distraught
All crimes committed in the name of God.
It's the Ideal everyone wants to reach
Closer to God is the sacred haught
The politics and economy is secretly sought
Are selling dreams, these fanatic bigots
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God
Shia against Sunnis or Deobandi, Barelvie
All worship same God, still at odd
Conspiring and scheming
Considers oneself a believer, but others NOT
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God
Slaughtering innocents, calling it Jihad
Ruthless are these savage lots
Salvation of afterlife seeking
Atonement for this one, never thought
Yet all crimes committed in the name of God.
poem by Samima Shah
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We don't want crimes committed in New Mexico falling through the cracks. This legislation ensures that there is no area of our state where crimes can be committed without consequence.
quote by Pete Domenici
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The crimes committed by the North Vietnamese regime against the Vietnamese people were minor compared to the crimes committed by the Khmer Rouge against the Cambodians, but for us on the left they were emotionally far more significant.
quote by James Donald
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Justified Actions
Justified actions!
No matter who finds them offensive.
Or who they are against to offend.
Are done and expected to be condoned,
By any and everyone.
And that is the attitude,
By the doer that is shown.
Although physically grown...
A mentality is vacant.
And does not show a sign of respect,
Is near or will approach anytime soon.
Justified actions!
Even when videotape is supplied...
Folks become defensive,
And try to deny
What is seen by the eyes!
And expect to be...
And get,
Excused!
And some wonder why,
A harshness comes when describing them...
As fools!
However...
It seems to be an appropriate fit,
By those who have experienced...
The reality and not the romanticized version,
Of their ways and this existence!
Protected,
From scutiny...
And truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've committed many war crimes in Vietnam - but I'll tell you something interesting about that. We were committing war crimes in World War II, before the Nuremberg trials were held and the principle of war crimes was stated.
quote by George Wald
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It is incontestable and deplorable that Negroes have committed crimes; but they are derivative crimes. They are born of the greater crimes of the white society.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Mission Assigned To The Position
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create.
Awakening each day,
As if with eyes of an innocent child...
Gets less difficult for the one,
Who has been committed to a life lived...
Not to be experienced by everyone to reconcile.
And those who sit believing,
This kind of mentality can be critiqued...
Are not living twenty four hours a day,
With a mind creating barely getting rest.
Only to momentarily 'allowed' to sleep.
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create with focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Greatest Achievements
The tragedy is not in the aftermath,
When ruins are created to be experienced.
The tragedy experienced is admitting,
The aftermath had opportunities to be avoided.
And those addicted to ceremonies,
To praise themselves...
Are the most likely to find what they've done,
Historically considered to be their greatest achievements.
No need to seek to locate the evidence.
An awakening provides an abundance of proof.
Although sadly enough,
Many enjoy the parading of the pomp and circumstance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence Becomes the Tragedy
No word spoken,
Can change to affect...
All that which has been injected!
Although some degree of change is there...
A fear of it has been implanted,
To object to and denounce...
As something suspect to slant and trounce.
To rid and bounce away.
Crimes and criminals,
With deceptions to project...
Have come to an end,
Of misdeeds that were hopefully kept fed
To uphold and defend!
And no word spoken,
Can replenish those of lost minds.
There is no time that is left,
To restore the confidence,
Of those suffering heartbreak...
And missing those loved ones put to death!
Silence becomes the tragedy!
As those who now 'see'...
Attempt to take deep breaths!
Silence becomes the tragedy.
And yet...
Sleepless are the nights,
Stealing those away from peace.
Sleepless are the nights,
Coming to stir a consciousness...
And arriving to leave,
A grieving done!
With a prolonged test,
To maintain a sanity.
Silence becomes the tragedy...
Never again to experience,
The fading of complete rest!
Silence becomes the tragedy...
Left for one to battle alone inside,
Uncontested mentally!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion.
quote by C.P. Snow
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Sonnet: God, Have Mercy on Sinners!
Oh what horrendous crimes men commit, Lord!
-much shameless acts, unimaginably sad!
Such souls should surely meet the divine sword;
Your fine creation keeps turning so mad!
Men look aghast at men's misdeeds these days;
Our tolerance has ebbed beyond control;
Yet, awesome God permits man's criminal ways!
No one predicts God's ways and His prime goal!
We pray for souls of victims of such crimes;
God, give the survivors, Your healing touch;
These are the ‘end days' penultimate times;
Show mercy on the demonized men much!
O Lord, prevent all unfairness on earth!
Preserve the meaning, worthiness of birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-06-12
poem by John Celes
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The Winners Write The History
That the winners write the war histories should not be the case
For war is a tragedy a human disgrace
And the losers in war see their Country destoyed
And the war history never written by the losing side.
Look at Oliver Cromwell victorious in war
The deeds of his glory from England known far
But those who write on Cromwell they never do tell
Of one who for poor people made life Earthly hell.
To the Catholics of Ireland Cromwell was a brute
The poor rural peasants he did persecute
Yet streets in his honour distant from England today
The winners only write the history so true what they say.
Efrain Rios Montt became President of Guatemala even though he
Was guilty of serious crimes against humanity
An old man now but for his crimes yet to pay
The winners write the history it's always been that way.
Augusto Pinochet in Chile has blood on his hands
And that he may die a free man seems hard to understand
And though loathed by many in Chile for his crimes of shame
The winners write the history and their's is the fame.
I've just mentioned a few for there are many more
Who have committed crimes against humanity but like it has been said before
that the winners write the history and that's how 'twill remain
And the mistakes of the past are repeated again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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You Temp Me so
You temp me so to change my ways,
like a leaf true does change color.
But also they do fall away,
so the tree can bloom another.
You temp me so to change my ways,
like a rock the flow of streams.
But without the nourishment of rain,
becomes the driest of all things.
You temp me so to change my ways,
like the circle of the wind.
Never knowing where it starts,
or where its breeze will end.
You temp me so to change my ways,
to your lover from your friend.
These are the hardest words to say,
you temp me so to change my ways.
poem by Ken Bennight
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I'm Going To Change
How many times have I said before
That I'm going to change my ways?
Then in as soon as ten minutes more,
I'm in sad theatrics of previous days.
When I promise I'm going to change,
My strong intentions have priorities.
As unforeseen events rearrange my life,
They become misguided minorities.
The key to change I've finally found.
It's about myself and how proud I feel,
Committed to be a better person all around
So that changes will be consistently real.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
quote by Agatha Christie
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A tragedy is a representation of an action that is whole and complete and of a certain magnitude. A whole is what has a beginning and middle and end.
More Tweaking To Be Done
He's not the worse we've seen,
Or this Earth has experienced...
Yet!
What he's done wont be forgettable.
And his followers will be regrettable.
The ones who created, sold and marketed
Tragedy!
Imagine...
The Dinosaurs have become extinct.
And they were far more intelligent.
They left behind evidence that they could think!
However,
This experiment called 'life' is not over!
There's still more 'tweaking' to be done.
And some thought adjustments to be made!
An enlightenment will be injected.
And some fools returned back to their caves!
That idea was intended as a joke...
EVERYONE took too seriously!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poets, You Are All Stars!
Stellar objects in the sky,
Brighter and visible to naked eyes,
All twinkle and smile with naughty winks,
A few are brighter than other kinds,
Own luminosity determines its brightness,
Proximity to the observers can alter it,
Brightest star are at the first magnitude,
The faintest at the sixth magnitude,
Standard stars stays brighter always,
Variable stars have different brightness,
These stars change their magnitude as they wish,
You are all the stars in the sky,
Can be seen smiling at me with white rays,
Every one of you, have your own brightness,
Reigning the poetical sky in togetherness,
I may be the faintest star in the sixth magnitude,
Yet to be seen and mapped in your gentle hearts,
From that distance, I can see you all twinkling steep,
Singing the songs of love, sorrow, loneliness and hope.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Triple Fool
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
poem by John Donne
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Was He A Human Being?
The abused know not another way.
And if they take it into their hands be free.
It can end in tragedy.
A murder out of guilt or fear.
Is it for the ones you love dear?
Or does something else that lies here.
Blood soaked tears.
When they dry up and wash away.
What is left to say?
A happiness that should be grief of the recently decease.
Obscenities that the children will forever bare.
Scars burned into you.
A crime committed upon another human being.
A last resort for some is the reasoning.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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