The pollution they produce, market, sell, and show to billions around the world is at its core contemptuous of the country that gave them better lives than nearly 100 percent of everybody who's ever lived. And they pass that contempt along for everyone to see.
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The first album was 99 percent hard core to show you I was the best rhymer in the world.
Billions and Billions
BILLIONS AND BILLIONS
Billions and billions
Of stars in the sky-
Billions and billions
Of people who die.
Billions and billions
We wonder why-
So much and so many
And all passing by.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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With 3 percent of the world's resources and 25 percent of the world's demand, it is pretty obvious this country cannot drill its way to energy security.
quote by Lois Capps
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In the late 1980s the amount of German films was down to four or five percent of the market, and the remaining 95 percent were American. It is now 20 to 30 percent German productions.
quote by Wim Wenders
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The New Pollution
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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Now, the impact on export markets - we export about 10 percent of what we produce, so obviously that will probably have some impact on the market. At this point it's too early to determine how much.
quote by Ann Veneman
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How to Make an Absolute Killing
Everyone but everyone wants to own a property in London
If theres a slight economic boom anywhere - in, say, India
Then, Indians will want to buy a place over here
Not in Paris. Not in the US
Not in places like Amsterdam
It's got to be London
People from every nook and cranny of the world
Where ever Britain had it's colonies
Are drawn like magnets to the 'Mother Country.'
I've lived in London for over 30 years
The Property market is simply booming
My palm is more than itching
So, when I sell my house
I hope and expect
To make an absolute killing!
poem by Nayyar Shabbir Ahmad
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Erosion
Feel deranged
Deep inside
Transparent
Cyanide
Misleading
Illusions
Decide on
A solution
Simulate
Perfection
Disconnect
Reception
Transmit
Insanity
Overlooked
Memeories
The time
The time has come
To turn
To turn around
To see
To see the light
The star
The star beyond
All this pollution
The world
The world is indeed
Will start
Will start to bleed
Your life
Your life becomes
A mess
A mess it's gone
All this pollution
All this pollution
All this pollution
All this pollution
song performed by by Voivod
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Investment brokers
Uplifted spirits, enthusiasm, sweetheart
finally time to enjoy retirement start.
They know what they are doing, world's biggest,
take our money, invest, you are wisest.
Only two percent for your expertise, a bargain.
Down fifty percent, we are done, pass the gin.
poem by Jim Norausky
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Portential
Internal combustion engine exhaust noise encroaches on my sleep.
The first punks of principle could've used a dash of turpentine,
wash out their prickly pride there and then before the next generation
came along and left all the lights on.
It's never really dark in London, not outside anyway.
Pollution of every persuasion - noise-pollution, light-pollution,
mind-pollution, pollution-pollution - I just want to puke.
Stick my head under the pillow to escape - unlock my portential.
poem by Alexander Hawkins
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I strongly support the Bush Administration's clean diesel rules, which will reduce air pollution from diesel engines by more than 90 percent, and reduce the sulfur content of diesel fuel by more than 95 percent.
quote by Steve Buyer
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As you know, in this country Anglo-Americans are about 75 to 76 percent home ownership in this country, where Hispanics, African Americans are less than 50 percent.
quote by Alphonso Jackson
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Coffee and the poor economies of the world.
Respect the sweat of human,
Irrespective of color, creed and religion,
One third of tap water is used to brew the coffee,
Procured two to five dollars per kilo in whole sale,
Starbucks sell two pound a cup in the stalls in UK,
Have spacious restaurants in our regions
converting UK pounds to our pitiful denomination,
Americana, Cappuccino, Mocha and Espresso,
Fancy name attached with degree of roasting,
Fermentation, with milk, without milk and bubbles,
Come to our countries, freshly roasted filter coffee,
Available on the road sides for five rupees a cup,
Cup size of less than 50 ml, just to moisten the throat,
Even the Cups of developed nations, fivefold our size,
Still it is only 25 rupees, equivalent to fifty cents,
We are the poor people; give us the fair price,
Coffee is the third liquid, after petroleum, on the market,
Out of one kilo coffee powder,100 cups can be brewed,
R&D, Oil rigs, Oil platforms, expensive engineers and workmen,
Billions of dollar investment, still one liter petrol costs 140 pence,
What have you invested in our poor countries,
To drink the sweat of our plantation coolies so cheap?
How are we obligated to sell our produce,
So cheap for you to increase the value and sell?
WE are fools and our politicians are your tools,
To puncture our hearts to do the batter trade.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Every Life Form
Every life form that lives on this Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say
Each life form is there for some purpose whatever that purpose may be
For the worth of each individual species ask one with more knowledge of Nature than me
In a World of over six billion people the pressure on Nature's life forms is great
Pollution and destruction of habitat of many life forms have sealed the fate
Removal of trees for development, pollution of air, sea and land
It surely is at our own peril if Nature we don't try to understand
For human pollution of the environment the price for us all huge to pay
More water-ways are being polluted more trees are removed every day
When we disrespect our natural environment disrespect for ourselves we do show
With a huge rise in carbon emissions so little of Nature we know
Every life form that lives on the Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Our marine terminals are invaluable commerce infrastructure, not only to our country but also for the many foreign manufacturers who sell primarily in the U.S. market.
quote by Dana Rohrabacher
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Now we maintain that we cannot be afford to be concerned about 6 percent of the children in this country, black children, who you allow to come into white schools. We have 94 percent who still live in shacks. We are going to be concerned about those 94 percent.
quote by Stokely Carmichael
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To Remember
To remember those people who risked their lives
To show appreciation, to show we care
To save our country, they gave their lives
For their families it was like a dreaded nightmare
To support those soldiers and wear a poppy
To give some money, and not be soppy
To wear a poppy and remember that first day poppies grew, that one day it was sunny
Do you remember why
Why we wear a poppy for a couple of days
To show we remember and to show our gratitude is high
To do that, doesn’t pay
So to remember
To be silent
For a couple of minutes
Doesn’t pay
It just shows gratitude
For that one sad day
My parents are wrong
They bought lands
Built houses
Expanded their territories
Saved money
Sent all of us to school
They sacrificed a lot
Lived miserable lives
Lived as misers
For our future
Look at us now
We sell these lands
We sell these houses
We squander money
We were never educated
We give away these vast fields
We do not care
And worst we are ungrateful
We think ill of them
We think they were greedy
We think they were land grabbers
We do not want to wear their family names
We do not want to be like them
We are us, the next generation of their consciences
Lazarus is heard speaking in tongues.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wise Billionaire
Untill yesterday
I had billions of money
I got tired of sitting and counting
so I gave them away.
Now I have nothing
but my freedom
I am free!
I no longer have
to sit and sit
and count the billions
....anymore.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Could You Be A Better Person?
Could you be a better person?
Could you be a sacred soul?
And what if times should worsen?
Could you keep self-control?
Could you forgive betrayal
Or beatings by the score?
Could you forgive when some are cruel
And rotten to the core?
Could you by faith and faith alone
Risk all of your life's blood?
Could you be brave, your fate to own,
In full view of our God?
Could you sacrifice your happiness
So God set your foes free?
Could you accept Death's cold caress
Like Christ on Calvary?
Could you cope when you owned zero?
Could you serve until the end?
Could you be a better hero?
Could you die to save a friend?
Could you deserve this world to rule
With billions in your care?
If not, get saved, don't be a fool,
Take time to kneel in prayer...
God's light has come to show the way,
God's love has blossomed here...
God's Son has taught us how to pray,
Forgiveness conquers fear...
A better person died for you...
And billions will agree...
Could you now truly love Him, too?
Admit... 'He died for me...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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