How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?
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How could nice woman
like you
rejoice in victory and delight
in the slaughter of
a single-out man?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Prayer Prompt Psalm 113. Praise for God's Kindness
Rejoice the servants of God!
Blessed be God forever!
Rejoice, O children of God!
Blessed be God forever!
Rejoice, God heals the sick
Rejoice, God frees the meek
Rejoice, God gives to the needy
Rejoice, God feeds the hungry
Rejoice, God shelters the homeless
Rejoice, God takes care of the fatherless
We adore you, O God,
We bless you;
For in the holy cross –
You have redeemed the world!
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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With my beloved
I pray with my beloved
She is the moon in whom I disappear
Men of evil may kill her
And the beauty of her children
And gun down the mourners at her funeral
And the taut spirit in me –
So I love her in this moment
Against the murders of that day
When the centuries’ chain of anguish
Will be dragged across the backs
Of the suffering, toiling prisoners here.
If I wake tomorrow and find her taken
If I wake to receive the news of her murder
I will confront her assassins
I will haunt their souls
With the intensity of all they are obsessed to destroy
I will use the weapon
Of the faith that she planted in me.
My thoughts become hers’
In this hour of the serious part of night
And I visit the place
Where strength and survival are renewed
And technology is democratized
And the fruits of nature are harvested
For our delight
For our tenderness
For our fertility
For our freedom, brief, from fear.
To all the men
Who murdered us one in three:
I see you now
Bringing slaughter upon the homes of my beloved.
You see what you do.
I wrestle with my hatred.
You are nothing to forgive.
(“It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity;
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice; but it is not so with me”
William Blake)
poem by Frank Bana
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Delight
Anytime that you fall asleep
I'm wide awake
Anytime that you leave your house
I'm waiting at the gate
I'm not angry anymore
Come on and show your soul
I'd love to hang it on the wall
Framed for me
Anytime that you smile
I know that's really you
Anytime that you laugh you know that
I'll be laughing too
But it's not funny anymore
Come on now where's your soul
Is that it crumpled on the floor
Is this blame on me
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Anytime now you'll talk at least I hope you will
Anytime now you'll speak and you know
I'll be listening still
But we don't say much anymore
Come on tell it from your soul
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Won't be coming in
Delight Delight
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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Similar Worlds
The world married to another world,
Pleasing us with its thoughts always.
May it be forbidden to slaughter someone else,
Placing blame on others for their own misdeeds.
Heaven created a slaughter to be known widely
And then the slaughter was not known widely,
Instead there was no slaughter.
For it was the world that held slaughter in its own hands,
Worsening ties with some people elsewhere.
A shining new working planet evolved
And flew one way and only a way that was an orbit,
For it was not a flat world, but round,
Like the balls it contained of spherical shape
Most pleasing to the sight.
Each world was a majestic creation
And these worlds were similar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Victory
Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Warrior, Mind and Soul
come to think of it...
my head is tilted toward and against
breaking the wall of enmity, chatting with mighty warrior
victory has come to stay...
i cannot be a slave to the soul that weak, crawling, no not me
i will show my trophy to the simple soul, but the warrior
rejoice with me.
travel in thick darkness, fear nothing but the flies the can touch and reach me soul and mind because strength come within
i cannot stay here any more, lofty in the air ready to fly
because even warrior and the mighty have gone to sleep
rule my world among the simple..
sleep sleep sleep they said but...
no soldier sleep not in the battle unless is ready to be sacrificed inn the shire... yes winner wins and loser lose
all in the shadow of illusion... fear cast away standing
on the hill and say
victory! victory! victory.. to the mind and soul of the warrior
poem by Oluwajobi John
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Celebrate Spring Today
Rejoice, my love, rejoice,
Its spring here, rejoice.
Bring out your lotions and toiletries,
And decorate your long hair.
Oh, you're still enjoying your sleep, wake-up.
Even your destiny has woken up,
Its spring here, rejoice.
You snobbish lady with arrogant looks,
The King Amir is here to see you;
Let your eyes meet his,
Oh my love, rejoice;
Its spring here again.
[Translated from 'Aaj Basant Manaalay']
poem by Amir Khusro
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Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.
quote by Louisa May Alcott
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A handful of men, inured to war, proceed to certain victory, while on the contrary, numerous armies of raw and undisciplined troops are but multitudes of men dragged to the slaughter.
quote by Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus
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Soldier's Ghost
I bled for you - would you for me?
I blessed a skin in blazing fuel
Then took a bullet in a duel of
‘He or I to Die.'
I often question ‘Why? '
Do you?
My country was my life to give -
Would you for country cease to live?
Sinking in a mire of death,
You have no choice -
So while you're still alive,
Rejoice!
I cried in failure - did you care?
And as I waned, were you aware of
What I did -?
Fighting for my country while you hid
Behind your comfort back at home?
Still relaxed?
My wife and child are fading at the tomb.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You ask, What is our policy? I will say; "It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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The city and province were given up to anarchy; the coloured people, elated with victory, proclaimed the slaughter of all whites, except the English, French, and American residents.
quote by Henry Walter Bates
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Parental Guidance
Sang the Father to his only Son,
'Rejoice! Rejoice!
Before
your life's time has come
'fore it all
is said and done! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! whilst thou remains
bless'd vigor and young!
Rejoice in all good humor and health!
Rejoice!
for the inherent miracle and wonder
of creation's living wealth!
Rejoice when thou hath come of age
and like time
I in physical have come to pass
remember to Rejoice then
my torch bearing son
Rejoice! Rejoice!
In singing the collective unborn
death surpassing carol of ONE! '
'Repent � Repent'
hush'd the warning of the mother
to her youngest tight warm wrapped
meek lap sitting
child
'Repent � Repent my timid little lambkin
today whilst thou remains innocent
and the sun doth shine
its ever youthful forgiving
smile
before the furious tempests
and fatherly stallions
of vengeance and wrath
over earth run wild
Repent... my child
Repent
Repent... Repent My tender babe
for every birth brings forth another
bless'd chance to be saved'
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Rejoice
Hes falling, hes falling,
And outside the buildings are tumbling down,
And inside all over the ground.
Do it again.
But what am I to do?
What in the world am I to say?
Theres nothing for us to do.
He says youll change the world someday.
I rejoice.
Hes building, Ill follow.
Bear with him.
Im listing to what hes saying.
Everyones crazy, but Im too lazy.
Why? what must I do?
What am I supposed to say?
Ill never change the world.
But I can change the world in you.
Rejoice, rejoice.
What am I to do?
Tell me what I am supposed to say.
I cant change the world.
But I can change the world in me.
Rejoice
I dont know
I dont know what to change.
Rejoice
Rejoice
song performed by by U2
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A kick gets boot
Final solitary kick gets golden boot
Final attempt by all to lay hand on loot
What a surprise to end in gamy by foot
A real and lucky goal by fine shoot
Many may cry over the result
This is victory for game and not insult
It is bas that has been built
All to rejoice with joy and not with guilt
Fans from all over may rejoice
It is their love and choice
Upholding the spirit of game
Only luck has to be blamed
No nation is preparing to go at war
Cry for reprisal is very far
It is hilarious and rejoicing day
The game has ruled all the way
We have watched the game with anxiety
It has added many aspects in variety
To acclaim the victory is national pride
Only to uphold game and emotions not to hide
Nations are brought close to brotherhood
It is good sign of tolerance and neighborhood
Who can suffer the defeat n the game?
No one except the strategy and bad luck to blame
It was to excel with forecast or without forecast
The teams won it with speed very fast
It was do or die struggle and will power to stay
The game has survived with all powerful sway
Let us not say good bye to game spirit
We will come again with confidence in it
It shall rule again and many hearts may weep
It is important for all to maintain and keep
I t may lead to victory celebration
It may also lead to building up of good relation
Millions may rejoice and depart with memory
Everything to rejoice and not to feel sorry
It is routine to hold such nice events
It is happy gathering with memorable movements
World all over has witnessed and tested the joy
No sorrow, no grievance but moments to enjoy
Nothing has changed except the game
It has shown the way and timely came
How can millions watch it with enthusiasm?
It is really building of nationalism
There lies root of sentiments
They assuage the feelings with comments
It is the true spirit that rules the scene
Such a vast imagery show is never seen
No one goes down here with any humiliation
the game is built up without any doubt or question
It may never carry any ill feeling or bad reputation
It has survived and can be claimed without any hesitation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Conquering Swords
Our conquering swords shall marshall us the way
We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe,
Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofs,
Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hills.
My camp is like to Julius Caesar's host,
That never fought but had the victory;
Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war
As these, my followers, willingly would have.
Legions of spirits, fleeting in the air,
Direct our bullets and our weapons' points,
And make your strokes to wound the senseless light;
And when she sees our bloody colours spread,
Then Victory begins to take her flight,
Resting herself upon my milk-white tent--
But come, my lords, to weapons let us fall;
The field is ours, the Turk, his wife, and all.
poem by Christopher Marlowe
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