Everybody seems to be imprisoned in their own sectarian or political affiliations. They don't seem to be able to rise above these things.
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Imprisonment
#Imprisonment
You are imprisoned in the house;
I could see you without a visit.
You are imprisoned in clothes;
I could guess you without a vision.
You are imprisoned in virtue;
I could gaze at you without a touch.
Having been imprisoned,
You have imprisoned me.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Political?
Everything done today is politically based.
What isn't?
Religion?
Or those who claim and say,
They are of faith.
With a bragging they do daily,
Of their political affiliations...
As they advocate the supporting,
Of those policies that oppress...
The lives of others gone unaddressed.
While confessing their own interests,
Are better if kept to themselves and separate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A political prisoner is someone who is out fighting for his or her people's rights and freedom and is imprisoned for that alone.
quote by Leonard Peltier
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They Are the Ones In Total Control
Is God Republican?
Or Democrat?
'Well...
First of all,
You know we've been told
He is 'suppose' to be honest.
Perhaps He is Independent?
That's how I conceive of Him.
I'm sure He is neither.
And yet...
At the same time all of that! '
Then why do those divided,
Come together to cry to God!
Whenever they wish their needs met?
IF He is the Oneness they believe Him to be?
Praying on their knees.
And leaving their political affiliations,
At church doorsteps.
Before they go in to plead for greed,
And other desired 'necessities'.
'Think of them as addicts.
Getting their 'fix' on Sunday.
However...
They may belong to cliques.
Or some other membership.
It's a status thing.
None of it makes sense.
Tell you what...
Ask those dudes on Wall Street,
Who they believe God is.
And His political affiliation.
You will probably get a stare and no response.
They are the ones in total control of your life.
So they would like for you to believe!
And don't fool yourself.
Like so many have done and still do!
And God?
He's got major adjustments coming for everybody!
Be you a conservative right wing reformist...
Or a liberal left wing change maker of giveaways.
The days ahead are nonpartisan!
We all will be getting a taste of them,
To nourish a depleted consciousness!
You wouldn't care to make a wager, would you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children of Our Age
We are children of our age,
it's a political age.
All day long, all through the night,
all affairs--yours, ours, theirs--
are political affairs.
Whether you like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin, a political cast,
your eyes, a political slant.
Whatever you say reverberates,
whatever you don't say speaks for itself.
So either way you're talking politics.
Even when you take to the woods,
you're taking political steps
on political grounds.
Apolitical poems are also political,
and above us shines a moon
no longer purely lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
And though it troubles the digestion
it's a question, as always, of politics.
To acquire a political meaning
you don't even have to be human.
Raw material will do,
or protein feed, or crude oil,
or a conference table whose shape
was quarreled over for months;
Should we arbitrate life and death
at a round table or a square one?
Meanwhile, people perished,
animals died,
houses burned,
and the fields ran wild
just as in times immemorial
and less political.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Those Who Are Less Fortunate Then You
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Creating a martial law.
Protesters are silenced with the sounds gun fire.
Lethal force has been authorized.
And blood pours and pools right under our feet.
Their is no going back.
Their is no retreat.
That flag marks the day of defeat.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Monsters with innocent faces.
The poison in this water has become so tasteless.
Does this mean it won't kill?
The fight for the freedom of the defenseless.
Let our crys be heard.
Let them hear us all over the world.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Divide us into groups of races, religions, classes and other discrimination's.
It doesn't change that we are all made of this flesh.
With hearts that all beat the same.
We all bleed the same.
No matter the cage we're imprisoned in.
This won't change.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
All we ask for, all we want, all we seek is the right to be as we are.
Is our very existence so wrong?
That no haven or shelter shall be given to those who less fortunate then you, then you, then you?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Rise, Rise to the Occasion
Rise, rise to the occasion
Rise, rise to the invitations of life
Oh rise, rise to the music of joy
Uh rise, rise to the victory over strife!
This is the time for you to march forward
Oh son of the Mighty! Valor is the key
This is the urgency to show courage abundant
Oh daughter of Energy! Courage is the key
Rise, rise to the tide and rise to the low
Defeat lethargy and defeat fear
Mind the goal and attain it
The guts are here and the glory is here
Face the challenge, embrace it
Cross the puddles and the furrows
Calm the heart and fight the battle
Celebration’s for you – not the sorrows
Rise, rise then, rise O bright!
Rise, rise then to the right
Tire not, rise till the end of the path
Rise, rise then to all the might!
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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Behold Changing Faces Of Persecution
The history of religious persecution
the names honour roll of martyrs
who have died for their faith
goes back thousands of years
crosses countries continents
genders all sections of societies
religions like new boys on the block
suffer pain martyrdom as faith price
emergent religions begin to rise
are eliminated or rise to dominance
when if power political control
is attained so often comes the turn
abuse of power distortion of prophets
original message tolerant love peace
becomes distorted by those who use
religion to further agenda political
need to convert control dominate
becomes crusades wars international
conflict as despots annex land claims
empires resource need oils aggression
political pretext is always righteous
war on terror to protect nations freedoms.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To be a beloved is to be imprisoned.
Being a beloved is like being imprisoned,
When you’re a precious jewel
Or your mate is a possessive royal
You are an imprisoned gel.
In either way you are in a cage,
Barred from company of men,
A source for your carnal monotony.
29.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Room My Prison Be
Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.
The bars at the windows
are what keeps me here.
They imprison not only me,
but also my heart and soul.
I plead sometimes
for them to disappear,
but my mind will not do it,
as it put them there.
I‘m imprisoned in my fortress,
the place I call my home.
Imprisoned by my mind,
because my mind decrees it so.
Imprisoned by a daily routine,
I find it hard to break,
and sometimes,
I do not want to break it.
Without that daily routine,
what would my life be?
Going around in circles,
until eternity?
My own guilt,
put me in my own prison,
and only I have,
the key to release me.
17 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Imprisoned
Imprisoned.
By something.
If I was committed to another,
You would express more interest.
If I told you I was not...
You would want to know why.
And If I lied,
You'd find me more attractive.
If I dared to be honest...
You would become suspicous.
Taking that to represent,
A directness...
In your mind you'd resent.
And that is not what I would present.
Imprisoned.
By something.
The fear of rejection.
Or too close of an inspection.
The smothering of love done by another.
Or the lack of the expression of it.
Wanting to be alone,
After declaring the wish for more space.
And when that is given...
One begins to feel imprisoned,
By doubt.
Or something not figured out!
Something faced...
One wishes to quickly replace.
Or erased to wish back again.
To leave one feeling a need,
Of some kind of belonging that entraps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rise Up
rise up and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
we've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Everybody's come a long long way
such a long way ,to be here today
we're going hard ,giving it all
we've been knocking on wood with our backs to the walls
we've been working every day and night
waiting for the chance for the day to arrive
and now we've all got something to prove
win or lose, there's only one thing to do
We've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Inside the sweat, inside the heat
in each and every heart there's a pounding beat
to do it wrong, to do it right
each of us has put up, one hell of a fight
and as we face the final test
all that we can do is to do our best
and as we're making time stand still
to get to the top you've got to give all you've got
You've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up
Shine a light and let them see
everything you want to be
Shine a light and let them know
you are never letting go
Rise up... win or lose there's only one thing to do
We've got to rise up
and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up
Rise, and fly like eagles
rise up through the sky
you've got to rise up
over higher mountains
rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up,
over higher mountains, rise,
We've got to rise up.
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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We Shall Rise
(traditional/emmylou harris)
In that resurrection morning
When the trumpet of God shall sound
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
Then the saints will come rejoicing and
No tears will eer be found
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise (amen)
We shall rise, (hallelujah)
In that resurrection morning
When these prison bars are broken
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
In that resurrection morning
When the shades of life has fled
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
In the day of glory dawning when the sea
Gives up his dead
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
I shall see my blessed savior
Who so freely died for me
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
And our fathers and our mothers and our
Loved ones we shall see
We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise.
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out of the same by other means.
quote by Karl Von Clausewitz
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It may be assumed as an axiom that Providence has never gifted any political party with all of political wisdom or blinded it with all of political folly.
quote by John George Nicolay
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It's unlikely that the organized religions will get more sectarian... or is it? I am not at all sure.
quote by Mary Douglas
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Cries from the Cage!
We are but the captive Birds
Craving for consoling words
Our own Garden,
The orchard of Heaven
Is made our cage
The perennial prison,
for nothing
but
a fake reason;
The glowing,
rising sun is captive,
imprisoned are the moon and stars.
You gave us food
and things to eat,
but cut the feathers,
bound the feet.
Our soil is pure
like a martyr's blood.
Our feelings are in deadly flood.
Round the clock we raise this slogan:
freedom, freedom-
It's a cry of souls imprisoned,
But souls awakened,
Hoping that one day
We'll be able
To tear down the veil
between our cry and the sky...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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My political hero
There's something about him
There's something about him
It’s not just his looks
Or the fact he’s a great cook
How do I fathom a man?
That is a tremendous success
I say this not to impress
When you hear him address congress
With words so tantalizing even to the press
You may agree and confess to his greatness
There's something about him
There's something about him
A man of the people
So gentle and simple
Gifted with imagination
Passionate with dedication
Master of the political game
A man with vision
And one on a mission
Somewhere in my head
I know it might sound weird
It is nothing to do with the bed
He is my political hero
Political hero of tomorrow
Political hero!
Political hero!
My political hero
Future leader of tomorrow
I praise thy name
Even if you can’t hear
I praise it all the same
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Any great organization can go through sectarian phases.
quote by Mary Douglas
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Hatred is not contained in political thinking. Any hatred worked up against the public enemy is non-political, and always shows some weakness in the internal political situation.
quote by Francis Parker Yockey
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