Money and corruption are ruining the land, crooked politicians betray the working man, pocketing the profits and treating us like sheep, and we're tired of hearing promises that we know they'll never keep.
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Money Corruption / I Am Your Man
(sung by chorus)
We are sick and tired
Of being promised this and that.
We work all day, we sweat and slave
To keep the wealthy fat.
They fill our heads with promises
And bamboozle us with facts,
Then they put on false sincerity
Then they laugh behind our backs.
1st chorus
Money and corruption
Are ruining the land
Crooked politicians
Betray the working man,
Pocketing the profits
And treating us like sheep,
And were tired of hearing promises
That we know theyll never keep.
Money and corruption
(etc. repeat 1st chorus above)
Promises, promises, all we get are promises.
Show us a man wholl understand us, guide us and lead us.
We are sick and tired
Of having to ask them cap in hand
We crawl on the floor
We beg for more,
But still we are ignored.
Were tired of being herded
Like a mindless flock of sheep
And were tired of hearing promises
That we know theyll never keep.
1st chorus
Money and corruption
Are ruining the land
Crooked politicians
Betray the working man,
Pocketing the profits
And treating us like sheep,
And were tired of hearing promises
We know theyll never keep.
Weve got to stand together
Every woman, every man,
Because money and corruption are ruining the land.
Show us a man wholl be our saviour and will lead us.
Show us a man wholl understand us, guide us and lead us.
Show us a man.
Workers of the nation unite.
Workers of the nation unite.
(mr. black sings)
I visualise a day when people will be free
And well be living in a new society.
No class distinction, no slums or poverty
I have a vision of a new society.
And every home will have a stereo and tv,
A deep freeze, quadrasonic and a washing machine.
So workers of the nation unite.
I am your man
Ill work out a five-year plan
So vote for me brothers
And I will save this land
And we will nationalise the wealthy companies
And all the directors will be answerable to me,
Therell be no shirking of responsibilities
So people of the nation unite.
Union man Ill work with you hand in hand
For were all brothers to our union man.
I am your man,
Oh God how I love this land,
So join together save the fatherland.
I visualize a day when people will be free
And well be living in a new society.
No class distinction, no slums or poverty,
So workers of the nation unite,
Workers of the nation unite,
People of the nation unite.
song performed by by Kinks
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Today
What's happening to our country,
don't we learn from bygone days?
We once blindly followed religion
who used God to manipulate our ways.
Deception and corruption are the key words
they've been used since day one.
As people we follow the so called good shepherds,
who charm and cheat everyone.
Can we honestly believe what we are told,
are politicians really so gullible and half soaked?
Or do they have something personal to gain
as an incentive not to rock the boat?
At election time they make us promises,
which are forgotten when they get in.
Laws ought to be passed to jail political liars,
but any such proposal would be a sin.
So whichever way we look at our situation,
as a nation we are well and truly f***ked.
Politicians will forever spend our money unwisely
on economic failures and cover ups.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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I'm Tired
I'm tired of people messing with me
I'm tired of people treating me wrong
I'm tired of people saying I stank
I'm tired of people remembering the past
I'm tired of black people
I'm tired of stupid people
I'm tired of selfish people
I'm tired of being the target all the time
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of people thinking there better than everybody else
I'm tired of people not appreciating me
I'm tired of being tired
I'm tired of being tired
I'm just tired
poem by Shawanda Polk
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I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.
quote by Shaquille O'Neal
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Prose Poetics-11
Most awaited leadership
Most awaited movement...
Who can negate
Such timely effort
Who can negate Anna Hazare..
Like an oasis in a desert
His is anti-corruption-venture
They don't keep up their
Election promises
Politicians keep up with
Sham gifts and cash only
I found people around here
Awaiting till last minute
For the bribe conscienceless
Is this a wakeless land
ceaselessly..?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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How Are You Treating Life?
how are you treating life?
so,
but i prefer another active question
the one that makes me
more responsible
ask me, how i am treating life?
well, i am treating it well
like the way i talk to anybody
courteous,
careful
passionate
taking each time as a moment
of joy
preserving more memories
moving on
always with love
and affection
truly yours, sincerely, with the usual
bravado of that
aha! yes, that
aha! experience
i just love life
so how can i every betray it with
the kiss of sorrow?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tis In The Power Of Money
'Tis in the power of money real fame is to be found
And money is always involved where corruption abound
And corruption and human greed to each other live nearby
And why some people are corrupt this could be the answer why
Some will tell you that money is their nearest and dearest friend
And it is because of money that many friendships are known to end
And many with lots of money seem to have a crave for more
This year they have made two million in profit next year they aim for four
The lust for paper currency to everyone does not apply
But that money speaks every language is something that none can deny
Those with it are looked up to and those without it on are looked down
And who would wish for to be known as the pauper of the town
'Tis the lust for money that leads to corruption through greed
And those with plenty of it looked up to as those who in life succeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Just Gimme Some Truth
Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
Im sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mamas little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
Ive had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Its money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
song performed by by Lennon John
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Give Me Some Truth
Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Money for dope,
Money for rope.
Uh-uh -
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Money for dope,
Money for rope.
Im sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mommies little chauvinists.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth now.
Ive had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego centric, paranoic, prima donnas.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth.
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Its money for dope,
Money for rope.
Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
All I want is the truth.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Genesis of Nigeria
The genesis of our country Nigeria starts,
With a blessing of abundant resources and culture
Where evil starts to culture,
This strangles the country,
Which gulps for air,
In despair,
All we do is just stop and stare.
A country where a single law can not hold
Where human rights can not be told
Is it only me that finds this a bit cold,
Where hospitals turn down dying people,
All because they lack money,
The patients die in agony.
Damn! Is it only me,
That sees this reflection of hell in our country,
Politicians rob us of both or happiness and money
Jesus Christ!
Our politicians are pulling of a killer heist
What is happening to our education?
Why is it in this condition?
Children balancing in the fulcrum of corruption and misconception
The ever so smiling Corruption runs free and reeks havoc in our nation,
Destroying the moral values of our tradition,
How could a country be like this, it is not easy for my mind’s digestion,
But I do have a suggestion,
Establish an incorruptible law and legislation,
That will become our economy’s standing constitution,
And fuel it with the morals of our tradition,
Make education available to the children who want to learn,
So they will have future, which they desperately yearn,
Politicians Forget about Nigeria’s domination,
Be in the nomination,
That will bring to this nation,
A new revelation,
poem by Isa Augustine Adaeiza
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
screw it,
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort of empty echoes
poem by Erika Michelle
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Space In The Workplace
i gave up my space in the workplace.
economic struggles and despair
are being seen everywhere.
retirement used to be somthing seen
and with this economy it's just a dream.
you work hard all your life
and go through the struggles and strife.
just to see your dreams shattered
and to the politicians it does'nt matter.
they've already lined their pockets
with corruption and graft
and thought forever it would last
and now that will be part of the past.
there is a new sheriff in town
and he won't let his guard down
he has seen enough from people he met
and now he is out to get
all those who have accepted bribes and kickbacks
and he won't ease up the slack.
this space in the workplace that we have lost.
to the politicians will be an expensive loss.
now that the people have gotten up and spoken
this chain of corruption will be broken.
so to these politicians i say 'beware'
you better run and hide in fear.
the economy will get better, this i know
but! it will be going very slow.
so till then we'll have to tighten the belt
for this is something we all have felt.
poem by Louis Rams
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Crooked
Crooked.
There is nothing straight about it.
There is nothing in the eyes,
Or the face that projects...
An honesty that's been sewned,
For an expected harvest
That reaps up rot instead of respect.
Crooked.
Like snakes with coiled tails.
Thieves bewitched like these,
Should not be speaking to appease...
With such ease.
Crooked are the hoodwinkers' comments.
And what they have done...
Should land everyone of them in jail!
Tastefully displayed...
And yet crooked are the beasts that lead.
Living in shells and crawling to prevail,
Like escargot when 'cooked'...
Are nothing more than scavenger low life snails!
Feeding on and releasing junk,
Are the crooked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick & Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
Youre the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I wont run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh Ill forgive, but I cant forget,
You know youre a fake, but I just cant take no more,
Cause Im tired of it.
Im so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
Im so tired, sick and tired,
Im so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
Youre a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
Im so tired of it all.
Im so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
Im so tired, Im sick and tired of it all.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Politicians - (Villanelle)
the politicians make their plans
while lawyers all review their cases
and corporate money changes hands
make policies for foreign lands
as media promotes their faces
the politicians make their plans
in words nobody understands
speeches made from well known places
and corporate money changes hands
while noisy crowds and marching bands
assemble in our public spaces
the politicians make their plans
and as the voter base expands
pollsters all predict the races
and corporate money changes hands
keep kissing babies, greeting fans
phony handshakes, false embraces
the politicians make their plans
and corporate money changes hands
poem by Charlie Parant
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Sonnet - Money
Let money be thy servant, not Master;
So, put thy wealth in use for mankind's sake;
Let progress come for fellowmen, faster;
What profits come if genuine, thou may take.
The money-needs of life on earth are small;
Money begets money and vices too;
But money cannot solve our problems all;
Let money not cause mis- conduct in you.
What use is money kept as coins and notes?
Banks lend their money so that they may grow;
Money cannot purchase all honest votes;
For money's sake, hardships, we undergo.
How many pairs of shoes, your feet will need?
Let excess money try to others feed.
poem by John Celes
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A cruel beast
Corruption,
A vice so loved.
The voiceless,
Suffer in its hands.
The powerful,
Feast its fruits,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Land,
From it emanate.
Mansions,
Like mushroom they sprout.
Cars,
Like bees they swarm.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Poverty,
A son to it has become,
Who,
A by-product is,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Mercy,
To it is rubbish,
Prosperity,
In its mind constantly dwells.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
poem by Michael Wamalwa
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Give Me Some Truth
Im sick and tired of hearing
Things
From uptight-short sighted-
Narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
Ive had enough of reading
Things
By nuerotic-pyschotic-
Pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short haired-yellow bellied
Son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard
Soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
Im sick to death of seeing
Things
From tight lipped-
Condescending -mommies little
Chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
Ive had enough of watching
Scenes
Of schizophrenic - ego - centric
- paranoic - prima - donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
song performed by by Lennon John
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Are There Any More Real Cowboys
Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills?
Will the fire hit the iron
One more time?
And will one more dusty pick-up
Coming rolling down the road
With a load of feed before the sun gets high?
Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies.
Not the one thats snortin cocaine
When the honky-tonks all closed
But the one that prays for more rain
Heaven knows
That the good feed brings the money
And the money buys the clothes
Not the diamond sequins shining on tv
But the kind the working cowboy really needs.
Are there any more country families
Still working hand in hand
Trying hard to stay together
And make a stand?
While the rows and rows of houses
Come creepin up on the land
Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
song performed by by Neil Young
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