We must fight as a race for everything that makes for a better country and a better world. We are dreaming idiots and trusting fools to do anything less.
quote by Ralph Bunche
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The World Is Full Of Idiots
the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...
A Farewell To Idiots
Come on, come on
Join the party
Mingle with our fools
A farewell to your bloody rules.
Colourful dressings and settings
Personal emotions and conflicts
Smiles and cries
We miss you, please forget us.
Calling for a presence of masters
Insulting them before some idiots
Bloody minds and capabilities
Fit for nothing, nothing in reality.
Sweet hearts miss you all
A farewell to you all
Out of all from idiots
We respect you with heart.
Deadly talks in walks
Greeting and wishes on surface
Curse and slaps in depth
We know you are ready to fight.
We miss you one and all
Name sake our love and all
Its a farewell to you fools
We mean farewell to idiots
Get lost and we begg
Never come back.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Country Alone
There is dreaming land and happy country
Cursed and blessed by her beauty alone
The lost children of the country
Foreign in sweet home alone
Do not understand country
Hardly meaning own name alone
Some praise the country
Some leave and laugh alone
Emptying nectar of country
Satisfying their belly alone
Forget about future seed country
Fight living and growing alone
So tragic for the country
Eaten by her child alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Who's Benefit Does This Advantage
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
Depending on how it is presented,
No one accepts a truth uncovered to be revealed.
The moment it is shown it is immediately denied.
People will lie with a straight face...
While everyone around is laughing loudly,
And wiping tears from their eyes.
This behavior is expected from a comedian.
But a 'stand up liar'?
And one who habitually does it?
And to who's benefit does this advantage?
When a people have no respect for themselves...
Who will express a guilt for not showing it to them?
Few might.
Those with eyes open wouldn't consider it.
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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World War III
This is a question of the human
Race will this planet remain in
Space two world leaders get
In a fight we'll all be gone
In a flash of light
When I die for my country
I'll take no part in the destruction
From World War III
I have no answer not my
Decision and if I spoke no one
Would listen is this the end
Of history, why should I care
Why should I worry
When we die for our country
We'll take no part in the destruction
From World War III
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children
To Folly
With fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be;
Love, still a baby, plays with gauds and toys,
And, like a wanton, sports with every feather,
And idiots still are running after boys,
Then fools and children fitt'st to go together.
He still as young as when he first was born,
No wiser I than when as young as he;
You that behold us, laugh us not to scorn;
Give Nature thanks you are not such as we.
Yet fools and children sometimes tell in play
Some, wise in show, more fools indeed than they.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Our Indignities....
Everyone of us here is
in one way or another, and by all means,
exploited. Look at these bloated masters
for whom we
serve so blindly,
they have become coated with
fat
and they all look rich and
sick and
filthy and they pat our backs
and tell us that
we are all doing good
technically, we are,
fools, modern academic fools,
idiots,
we have made monsters
who leave us nothing to ourselves
but our
being undignified
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whose Country Is This?
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Protectors of 'Dim Wittery
Please...
Do not refer to them as fools.
That credits them with too much dignity.
Fools can be re-trained.
I've witnessed this.
Although slow the process.
Call them protectors of 'dim wittery'.
They will not understand,
And believe themselves complimented.
But at least they will feel a heightened significance.
Either way.
And of course...
We will still know them to be the idiots they are.
This has been their determination to prove it.
With an active recruitment campaign sustained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreaming Country
I am sitting on a porch in a swing,
Dreaming country and enjoying the spring
Looking down a road that not on any map
While picking the guitar lying across my lab,
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
The tunes just come to me and the words run free
Country honey and the old oak tree
I feel the rhythm of the beat within my heart
The words roll out country; like a work of art.
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
Tell me do you feel the rhythm and the country mood
Do you hear the sound of loving that you can't elude.
Sit back and enjoy the tunes, let's dream of some country
It's the kind of music that keeps you so damn hungry
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
poem by Rik Bertrand
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The dreaming man makes excuses for his inaction and places a fools cap on his head.
It pisses me off, people are idiots, but what are you going to do? The world is full of idiots. That's why we'll never have flying cars. People don't know how to drive.
quote by Dustin Diamond
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A World Apart
She walks in my room,
Closes the door,
She looks in my eyes,
and find's the person I've been searching for,
And darling I miss you,
Yeah I miss you,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why can't we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
She's like a glass of water,
in the middle of night yeah,
Cos you're onto something,
She makes me feel alright,
And darling I miss you,
Yeah I miss you,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
The end
The end
Darling forgive me,
I'm changing,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
Darling I miss you
So much...
song performed by by Inme
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Minding Our Own Business
The universal warrior.
The ordinary fighting man
existing since the world began
A doer not a worrier.
He does as he is ordered to.
Its not his place to question why
The many ordered by the few.
His duty is to do or die.
The politicians and the brass
issue commands which he obeys
Its always been this way alas
and will be ‘til we change our ways.
Why should they send young men to fight
and die in some far distant land.
To try and prove that might is right.
Why can’t our leaders understand.
Each country is entitled to
govern their land in their own way
There’s very little we can do
We cannot force them to obey.
However much we disagree,
we have no right we can’t dictate.
they must accept democracy.
Each is an independent state.
Our leaders ought to concentrate
on problems in our own countries
Address them now they cannot wait
Re stabilise economies.
It’s not our place to interfere
on other countries home affairs
Past history makes this quite clear.
We have our problems they have theirs.
The evidence is plain to see
.Each country gets the government
they will accept eventually
By trial and experiment.
Although we think our way the best
it will not do for everyone.
So in our own best interest
We must learn to leave things alone.
Democracy is not perfect
Although we may pretend it is.
It is the best we can expect
although it’s rather hit or miss.
It is the best we can devise
as long as human nature rules.
We lack the knowledge to be wise.
We are a race of clever fools.
27-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Bad For Your Health
I looked at some photos
of many years ago.
Boy, did I look young.
They were taken before
the grey hairs and wrinkles set in.
However, it doesn’t seem
all that long ago.
At the time of the photos,
the world wasn’t full of stress.
There wasn’t so many idiots saying
don’t do this as its bad for your health.
The only thing I can see
that is really bad for your health,
is those idiots that keep saying,
don’t do this, don’t do that.
Maybe if they kept their gob shut,
we all might have a stress fee day.
Can anyone remember the old saying
too many crooks spoil the broth?
If you can’t,
I suspect the reason for it
is someone said it is bad for your health.
Now lets make a list
according to the idiots,
down through the year have told us
which is bad for our health.
The problem here is
it would take too long to name them all.
Now let’s make a list
of what is good for you.
It doesn’t matter what you put down.
Some idiot is going to come along next year
and tell you that it is bad for your health.
Now what I really want to know
from these educated idiots.
Have they ever heard the words
malnutrition and starvation?
Because if they haven’t
I suggest they learn them double quick
before we have a world full of skin and bones.
poem by David Harris
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I Stood At The Edge Of A New World With My Words
I STOOD AT THE EDGE OF A NEW WORLD WITH MY WORDS
I stood at the edge of a new world with my words
And I set out into the distance of saying
The promised land called me
And I knew I would touch it somehow
But years went by
And all the lights in the distance receded
And I remained dreaming and dreaming and dreaming
And too old just to dream.
Will I fight my way out?
Will I find my will again?
Will I be a person once more?
The new day opens
Let's see what I can do with it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Youth Pledge
what makes you want to create your own country?
do you born as a king
do you want to be praise as a leader
or do you really love your people
what makes you want to runaway from your country?
are you a traitor
are you an adventurer
or are you tricked by someone
what makes you want to raise a war in your own country?
is there some power behind you
is this just business for you
or are you treated unjustly
what makes you want to separate your country?
do these difference bother you
do you take the wrong side of liberty
or does anyone not care about you
we live in one earth
one nation
one language
why should we destroy each other?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fff
Looking for a cure within the human race
Eliminate the poor, how much longer will it take
Burning up the tents of the rank and file
Exterminate their lives, crack a demon smile
Crushing down, caving in our will to live
Getting rid of mans mistakes
To take a lost life, lock it up, break it down
How much more can we take
Fight for freedom, fight authority
Fight for anything, my country tis of me
Cry for absolution, its not the end for me
A last minute pardon, one final reprieve
Resist the war maching, dont get in its path
Fight to die a free man and reap the aftermath
Crushing down, caving in our will to live
Getting rid of mans mistakes
To take a lost life, lock it up, break it down
I dont know how much more I can take
Fight!... its my country
song performed by by Megadeth
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Dreaming A Dream
Dreaming of a dream
A dream were skies are blue oceans are clear and life scared
Dreaming of dream
were a dream of peace and love rule and hate is a myth
Dreaming of a dream
having food for all, and all not thirst
Dreaming of a dream
Dreaming of a dream
were skin color is just that, us all just one
Dreaming a dream
no pain, war the only true crime
Dreaming a dream
were the rich give, and the poor have a chance
Dreaming a dream
Dreaming a dream
were we can look on a future of happiness'
Dreaming a dream
were the children are the future
Dream a dream
were lives are fullfilled, and getting old is not a bad thing
Dreaming a dream
World wonderess, happy, clean, perfect
Dreaming a dream
poem by Vincent Armone
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