Italy is divided between us and them, rich and poor, north and south, young and old, employed and unemployed.
quote by Romano Prodi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
North And South Of The River
I want to reach out over the Loch
And feel your hand across the water
Walk with you along an unapproved road
Not looking over my shoulder
I want to see, and I want to hear
To understand your fears
But we're north and south of the river
I've been doing it wrong all of my life
This holy town has turned me over
A young man running from what he didn't understand
The wind from the Loch just get colder, colder
There was a badness that had its way
But love wasn't lost, love will have its day
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Can we stop playing these old tattoos
Darling I don't have the answer
I want to meet you where you are
I don't need you to surrender
'Cause there's no feeling that's so alone
As when the one you're hurting is your own
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Some high ground is not worth taking
Some connections are not worth making
There's an old church bell no longer ringing
Some old songs are not worth bringing
North...
(Higher ground is not worth taking)
North and south of the river
song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
North & South Of The River
I want to reach out over the loch
And feel your hand across the water
Walk with you along an unapproved road
Not looking over my shoulder
I want to see, and I want to hear
To understand your fears
But were north and south of the river
Ive been doing it wrong all of my life
This holy town has turned me over
A young man running from what he didnt understand
The wind from the loch just get colder, colder
There was a badness that had its way
But love wasnt lost, love will have its day
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Can we stop playing these old tattoos
Darling I dont have the answer
I want to meet you where you are
I dont need you to surrender
cause theres no feeling thats so alone
As when the one youre hurting is your own
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
Some high ground is not worth taking
Some connections are not worth making
Theres an old church bell no longer ringing
Some old songs are not worth bringing
North...
(higher ground is not worth taking)
North and south of the river
song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Not As Different!
as long as you keep
the poor working class
of men and women divided....
afraid of each other,
hating each other,
fighting each other....
divided by race and religion,
by language and other imposed barriers....
as long as you keep them divided,
then you can keep them poor.
take all they have,
take all they build,
take all their dreams....
divided.... but oh,
if they ever unite...
they'll change the world.
we're not as different
as they would like us
......to believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Two Divided By Zero
(two divided by zero, zero)
(two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Lets not go home, well catch the late train
Ive got enough money to pay all the way
When the postman calls, hell deliver the letter
Ive explained everything; its better that way
(divided by, divided by) I think they heard a rumour
(divided by, divided by) or someone tipped them off
(divided by, divided by) its better to go sooner
(divided by, divided by) than call it all off
Well catch a plane to new york, and a cab going down
Cross the bridges and tunnels, straight into town
Tomorrow morning well be miles away
On another continent and another day
(divided by, divided by) lets not go home
(divided by, divided by) or call it a day
(divided by, divided by) you wont be alone
(divided by, divided by) lets run away
(two divided by zero, zero)
(two divided by zero, zero, zero)
(d...d...d...d...d...divided by)
(divided by, divided by)
(z...z...z...z...z...zero, zero)
(divided by)
(turn of that noise...)
(divided by, divided by) someone spread a rumour
(divided by, divided by zero, zero)
(divided by, divided by) better to go sooner
(divided by, divided by) lets run away
So why hang around for the deed to be done
You can give it all up for a place in the sun
When the postman calls well be miles away
On a plane to new york and another day
(divided by, divided by) I think they heard a rumour
(divided by, divided by) or someone tipped them off
(divided by, divided by) better to go sooner
(divided by, divided by) than call it all off
(divided by, divided by) someone spread a rumour
(divided by, divided by) and someone has to pay
(divided by, divided by) lets not go home
(divided by, divided by) lets run away
(divided by, divided by) lets not go home
(divided by, divided by) lets run away
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Poor Inheritance
Boulevards of light
With only exotic cars
Mountain buildings by east
All is classic around me
Watching and walking Gradually
Pleasure with emotion i am
Thousand kilometers i walk unknow
My brain is rich with what i see
Eyes begin to close
Imagine begins
My vision is bright
I wish to live on the street
The broken liquid run across my face
When i opened my eyes
The red shirt
below the breeze north and south
Father!
Why grandfather was poor
Why thee are poor
Why i am poor.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mankind is divided into rich and poor, into property owners and exploited; and to abstract oneself from this fundamental division; and from the antagonism between poor and rich means abstracting oneself from fundamental facts.
quote by Joseph Stalin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Rich and Poor
In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.
In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.
Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Well, Italy had been overrun by the War, there had practically been civil war, north and south of the Gothic Line, heavy bombing, the northern industrial cities had been bombed heavily and we had political disorder before 1948.
quote by Gianni Agnelli
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
"A house divided against itself cannot stand." I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other. Either the opponents of slavery will arrest the further spread of it, and place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is in the course of ultimate extinction; or its advocates will push it forward, till it shall become lawful in all the States, old as well as new — North as well as South.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
The possibilities for mobilizing the experience, imaginations, and intelligence of workers, both employed and unemployed, are limitless.
quote by Dominique Bouhours
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The possibilities for mobilizing the experience, imaginations, and intelligence of workers, both employed and unemployed, are limitless.
quote by Emlyn Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
After the 1954 Geneva international conference, Vietnam was divided into two parts. On paper, North and South Vietnam were twin countries born at the same moment.
quote by Nguyen Cao Ky
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Find
South pole to north pole.
I travelled,
Looking for few people
Having bright and innovative idea with
Productive result which spread
Every corner of earth.
Shower happiness and peace.
I find number of people.
Rich to donate and poor to serve.
Hidden beauty of encourage exist everywhere.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The poor rich
Who is poor rich? Who is rich poor?
A lone duck among swans is poor rich.
A lone swan among ducks is rich poor.
Each circle has either of one in it.
30.05.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My poetry
I don't want to conquer the world by the weapons
I want to win the hearts of the masses at any cost
God make the ink of my pen
More sacred than blood of the martyrs
And make my poetry
More powerful than Alexander the Great
From the men to the women
From the children to the old people
From the rich to the poor
From the east to the west
From the south to the north
God let my poetry live and rule with love and dignity
poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Enemy Of Thyself
United we stand. Divided we fall.
This is how they've conquered us all.
Black from white
Rich from poor
Christian from Jew
Gentile from Moor.
Oh they are clever in so many ways.
And we acquiesce through all of our days.
Waiting for a Savior to help us now
Surely He's coming pretty soon somehow.
But what if He doesn't?
Tell me, what then?
Will it be left in
the hands of men?
God help us all if that is the case
for as we look into each other's face
We see
Black and white
Rich and poor
Christian and Jew
Gentile and Moor
and therein lies the disgrace.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Only let the North exert as much moral influence over the South, as the South has exerted demoralizing influence over the North, and slavery would die amid the flame of Christian remonstrance, and faithful rebuke, and holy indignation.
quote by Angelina Grimke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Epithets of Poverty VI
I can see poverty...
In the eyes of the crying children,
In the the poor minds without any education,
To a person who have never known Christ
Families that were living from hand to mouth
To a man that has more appetite than food
In a boy holding a shovel instead of pencil
In beggar's palm begging some spare coins
In those thieves who were tempted to steal
Or kill someone just to take their valuables
A lonely person and felt being unloved
In a man who can't treat his lover on a date
To the unemployed worker consumed by laziness
To a rich man closing his company
I can see poverty, to all of those people who lose hope
To all the people who has no dreams in life
For no matter who you are; rich or poor,
We are all touch by the dreadful thing called
Poverty.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!