As our cities have developed, they've built sometimes small villages or communities that were in place. And we've taken for granted all of that child care, the neighbourliness, the help that you get from people nearby.
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Jewish villages were built in the place of Arab villages. You do not even know the names of these Arab villages, and I do not blame you because geography books no longer exist.
quote by Moshe Dayan
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Survive
Whatever happened to you
The one that was so beautiful
I could count on you to make my life a little brighter
I always thought you were built to last
But I never saw anything fall apart so fast
You were born in freedom
To be a slave to your inhibitions
Inventing excuses and proving the right to back up your condition
But a soul like that aint tied too tight
And its liable to scatter all over the night
Seasons change
Some people get old and die
Great cities are built up and torn down
But I see youre still alive
Seasons change
Some people get old and die
Great cities are built up and torn down
So how could you survive
Im not asking for much
Only for time to stop
And history to go unrecorded
And people not to be people
People not to be people
People not to be people
People not to be people not to b
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other.
quote by Pete Seeger
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Small Town
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Small People!
it is then...
the small people,
common men and women,
who by their hands built this dream,
who plowed the fields,
paved the roadways...
who picked your fruit,
who built your small businesses.
who worked your factories and mills.
who built your homes and churches.
who drove your trucks, who fixed your cars,
who made your clothes and your furniture.
who worked for too little
to make you too rich....
who hauled your trash,
who wiped your asses.
who worked as cashiers, clerks, and salesmen.
who covered for you when you were sick,
yet worked when they were sick.
who laid your bricks, who cut your logs,
who stocked your grocery stores.
who dug your graves and fought your damn wars,
the small people, that you throw away!
no jobs, no work, no benefits, no insurance...
no medical care, no cars...
no lights, no rent, no food, no shelter...
no name, no reason to be!
the small people...
too old, too tired, too angry, too used up.
self taught, no degree, experience doesnt count.
the small people....
pushed into a corner,
stacked in the alleyways.
broken wheels turning on broken glass.
the small people....
staring back from your mirror,
from the darkness outside your window.
the small people...
who are not going
to take it anymore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Those Who Declare Themselves Proud and Beautiful
They don't speak to them
Because of what was said
To a family member,
Associated to a relative of a friend.
And that friend is rumored to be gay
On the down low and cheating
With the first cousin's lesbian wife.
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
Gang wars on turf those fighting don't own.
Drug confiscations done...
While everyone is spied upon!
Either filmed by street cameras,
Or illegal phone tappings...
By those who satisfy their justified immorality!
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
Every street has at least one church,
To praise something that's said to represent 'God'.
And no one thinks it strange or odd,
These areas of high crime produce higher illiterate rates.
With illegitimacies of all kinds taking place...
And fostered!
Those elected to terms take turns debating fates.
Handing out pamphlets to those who can not read,
Write or recite a word understood!
But it's 'all good' in these depressed neighborhoods.
Since the people aren't aware,
Just how valued their presence is there!
They are used to fund all of the profit to them...
For them never comes!
But supports activities for those 'assigned'
To enrich their lives with grants and subsidies!
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
They don't speak to them
Because of what was said
To a family member,
Associated to a relative of a friend.
And that friend is rumored to be gay
On the down low and cheating
With the first cousin's lesbian wife.
And this is the life lived by those
Who declare themselves proud and beautiful!
Devoting time to diversity...
With federal funds in communities,
Outsiders decide who qualifies!
In acts that are clearly apartheid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time In Meditative Mode
the time that runs helter-skelter
with blind-folded eyes in cities-
how does it camly crawl
in meditative mode in small villages?
-chandra kalaadhar.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Let Us Forget Our Villages...
Villages, my friend, are no more those heavens.
You used to tell about villages living, I remember.
Villages, my friend, are no more those marvels.
You used to boast about the ones quite variant, I recall.
Villages have begun to grow its heights,
Its vast expanses shrinking to a few yards.
Villages have sent away their caring mothers to the towns,
Villages have driven away their milky animals to the farm houses.
That`s why my friend, I can`t take you to my village
And when you offer to do so, I am not inclined.
Let us hide in the fortress of this city`s hard walls known to us and
Forget our villages where our memories wander as ghosts.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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There will not be one kind of community existing and one kind of life led in utopia. Utopia will consist of utopias, of many different and divergent communities in which people lead different kinds of lives under different institutions. Some kinds of communities will be more attractive to most than others; communities will wax and wane. People will leave some for others or spend their whole lives in one. Utopia is a framework for utopias, a place where people are at liberty to join together voluntarily to pursue and attempt to realize their own vision of the good life in the ideal community but where no one can impose his
own utopian vision upon others.
quote by Robert Nozick
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Have Not
Some people have not a worry;
Some people have not a care –
As to money, or where they’ll sleep
Or what they’ll eat or wear…
some people take it for granted
Their luck in all these things;
Some people have not that privilege –
For some people have not anything.
Some people have not a worry;
Some people have not a care –
’Cause they’ve always had a place to call home
And a filling meal to share…
Some people think this is normal;
Some people have never thought
That for others it’s not normal at all –
’cause some people have nought.
Yet money can’t buy happiness;
Or peace of mind maintain
Some of the happiest people
Have not a penny to their name.
Can’t put a price on happiness
Where would you even start?
Peace of mind is priceless
But now I have not even that…
Typically, in the cities there can be resistance to the gospel or just to Americans, or anybody that's Western. When you get back into the villages, the people are very welcoming. Then when you get into Muslim areas, it definitely gets a little more difficult.
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Animal called politician
I am special and unique kind of magician
I can also be called as shameless politician
I claim to have descended directly from heaven
I have full right to enjoy full facilities even
I care no hoots for poor and needy
I am prepared to be called greedy
My coffer should be filled with money and enough land
For me there is no permanent foe or friend
I have special skill to amass the wealth
I care for no one and maintain excellent health
Each and every case is differently dealt with
I am armed will all the skills up to teeth
God was merciful to have granted me with skill
Everything was easy and could be done at will
People touched feet and offered whatever I wanted
It was rudderless ship I was called up on to be boarded
The ship to be taken in any direction without fear of direction
No doubts to be cast on sincerity for any of the action
Almost granted with full indemnity and blessed with fortune
I have developed the skill for people to dance with my tune
How long I shall rule the area or country?
Will I have unrestricted access or entry?
Will people tolerate it for all the times to come?
Will there be love lost or I shall be unwelcome?
I have become thick skinned animal and fearless
They will need me all the time so long as they are leaderless
I shall take full precaution not to afford them any awareness
Else it may invite dawn fall much to the discomfort and bitterness
People have short memory and forget easily
I shall spend the rest of my life happily
Who cares for national sentiments and poverty?
Though the politics is considered as mean and dirty
I think of going away from such politics
It may be considered as high skill and tactics
It is good medium to serve the people on mass scale
The people may not spare if your action is failed
No politician has died as poor hungry man
Even though less corrupt, he may be remembered as gentleman
It may be necessity and compulsion in life to attain enough wealth
Still that is being tolerated and paid mark of respect on his death
It may be completely naïve to blame wholly on his logic
We have built him and brought to such level to create magic
The nation or country might not have developed to such a large scale
Had he not been given free hand to move in sea as whale?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I don't always set stories in villages, more often in towns. But always in smallish communities because the characters' actions are more visible there, and the dramatic tension is heightened.
quote by Joanna Trollope
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Cities
(Justin Hayward)
Neon the city's sun
Taxis like beetles run, and I see
Pavements with yellow lines
Grey walls and big bold signs with darkness
Up above, all around
In the sky, on the ground
This is what, I have found
Cities, cities
Here the flowers don't grow
Here the river's just a sewer
People who move below
Buildings with smells and noise and darkness
Up above, all around
In the sky, on the ground
This is what, I have found
Cities, cities
Not for me
No, no I don't believe you
It's not the place to be
No, no I won't believe you
Here the flowers don't grow
Here the river's just a sewer
People who move below
Buildings with smells and noise and darkness
Up above, all around
In the sky, on the ground
This is what I have found
Cities, cities, cities
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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Layers
Above are layers of atmosphere, stratosphere,
Below layers of topsoil, rock and clay,
People in layers rich and poor,
Cities built on top of cities, on top of cities.
Layers of thought conscious to unconscious,
Felt in layers asleep to awake,
In a dream of a dream, of a dream in a dream,
In a dream of a dream, in a dream.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Child's innocence
Standing outside in the rain
the child of God
full of innocence and pain
Wondering and waiting
for the day to end
Tummy rumbling
feeling sad and dirty
needing the satisfaction of food
and the warmth of any person
willing enough to care
Begging for money
praying for food
all the people passing
without a further look
at the small child with tears in her eyes
Where is the love
and where is the care
to all the innocent children
walking around the streets
without anyone to love and care for them.
poem by Sharon Beukes
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Remote villages and communities have lost their identity, and their peace and charm have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.
quote by James Norman Hall
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Magic
Magic,
Can attract.
To...
Keep one mesmerized,
All their lives.
And...
Without a fantasizing it,
To...
Hynotize for somebody's,
Benefit.
Magic...
Will attract.
And...
Keep one seeking to stay hook,
As if it was a drug to eat and cook.
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything one took for granted.
It's magic,
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
And removing everything to clear one's eyes.
Magic...
Will attract,
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From places unseen.
And removing false things people claim to dream.
Magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
A magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
It's magic...
That removes things seen people always take for granted.
Magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocence of a Child
The innocence of a small child:
No care of yesterday
And no worry about tomorrow.
No lie to tell, nothing is hidden
This is okay because it is only a child.
Laugh when they please
Cry when they need
The innocence of a small child.
poem by Arwa Bharmal
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When The Limits To Patience Diminish To None
When a patience known,
Had been unconditionally given...
With an administering to those,
To meet their requests met to be shown.
And people with their heightened expectations,
Can not be satisfied to set aside their undue selfishness.
To forget or not acknowledge to abide,
How patience becomes developed to give in the first place.
With a dismissing of it to believe it will never be erased.
And then one day...
That day many find hard to face,
All of the patience given comes to an end.
Never to be taken for granted again.
When all of those praying with a begging done.
With kept beliefs a giving of patience should to them come,
Become stunned.
When the limits of patience diminish to none.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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