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Which Kingdom marches ahead?
Low breeds are discarded and weaklings, eliminated;
Hybrids are propagated and high-breeds, nurtured.
This is the kingdom of Plants and Animals.
Low breeds are promoted and weaklings, protected;
Hybrids scorned and high-breeds ignored.
This is the kingdom of Human being.
Which kingdom marches ahead?
05.02.99, Dindukkal
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Song to Meggie Dear!
Oh Meggie, you’re a dear;
It seems you lived in fear;
A poem gave you tear;
I feel so sad to hear!
But, God is always near;
We are but weaklings mere;
With God always in rear,
Be happy through the year.
For, Jesus is Savior! x3
poem by John Celes
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Weaklings Are Blessed
Healthy fruits are plucked;
Healthy plants are infested.
Healthy animals are slaughtered.
The weaklings have longer life.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The tenderness has a place
Grapes aren’t defiant as cacti.
Sparrows aren’t as wild as eagles.
So are rabbits, not clever like foxes.
Weaklings, too, have a place to live in.
27.08.2000, Madras.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Laws for weaklings
Criminals are punished
Rather by rivals than laws.
Criminals are let out
Rather by power than laws
Laws are meant for weaklings.
03.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For A Dancer
Sad little face
Sad wide eyes
the nymph of you
belies your womanhood.
Ah, that I could by magic means
flower that within you unfulfilled -
But I am just a poet
writing words
released to air
like fledgling birds.
The strong survive
The weaklings die
Sad little face
Sad wide eyes.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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School Kids
Dorks
Picking nose
Doing homework constantly
Bad taste in clothes
Preps
Like omigosh, no way!
He did what?
Blue isn't the color today!
Emos
Kill me
I hate life
Die without any glee
Bullies
What'd you say punk?
Move weaklings!
Do my homework, you skunk!
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
poem by Emma Alberts
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The toughest is the atheist.
Afraid of my brother,
I approach my father;
Afraid of the people,
I approach the Father.
The weaklings only approach.
The strong one never minds
26.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Talent is not independent
In a storm, when a ship reaches shore,
All are ashore. The weaklings too.
In a storm when a ship wrecks bare,
All are sunk. The strong one too.
When a cinema is hit,
All the crew are hits, talented or not.
If it flops, the talented too are lost.
Your talent is linked with the unit’s skills.
24.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A closed Circle
A fortress of iron
A place of ruin
A jail of some sort
where people sometimes fought
and rarely did they write
more ready to bite
Is it discrimination I wonder
Or pure envy perhaps meander
Little welcome for new siblings
More like chase them like weaklings
If one does well no comment
False praise for low quality grand
The closed circle of friends
Most others not worthy of comments
Biased attitude of ancient times
Grow up children and be adults
For one can surely see ones true face
from the mirror, regardless of race
poem by Aminath Neena
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Final Deed
Here you are once again asking for my help.
What is it this time? Can you not handle this
on your own or are you incapable of that much.
I won't be here forever to protect you and your
people. I am not immortal nor am I untouchable.
You call me a hero when I am nothing like it. You
only call me that cause you think I am saving you
when all I am really doing is making you more
dependant upon me. I am not a hero for if I
am anything Im a renegade with no rules, no
sorrow nor any remorse. You are nothing more to
me then a bunch of weaklings who have become a
nusense. It always something with you. I shall help
you this one last time. Consider this my last deed
for you and never call upon me again to save
you or your people. It is time for you to grow a
backbone and stand up for yourself. I pity those
who think I am a hero....they are soon to find out
different...I am a hero no more....
poem by Jacob Adams
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An Old Barn By The Side Of The Fields Of Hay
an old barn by the side of the fields of hay
is nothing but an old barn to your eyes
miguelito
this barn has been here ten years ago and it will be here
for another more years with you
father always
had it repaired before he died and when i take charge
i still come here and think once in a while
what is in this barn
that refuses to be broken
something that negates
the art of losing
it is the memory of my youth
it was here where the hay smelt pungent
for the first time
it was here when i was first
deflowered
changed
don't laugh, it was here that i felt
the first squirt of
my manhood, and her name was not that important
in fact,
she was laughing because i was trembling and she was
so crazy
trying to really teach me, in this old barn that refuses to be broken
in all the years
when our father teased us: weaklings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Misogyny
Women walking in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
summer dresses, low cut tops
and smiles that invite
Women with their depthless eyes
and bodies built for sin
lips through which they mouth their lies
to draw the weaklings in
Watching women on the train
and wishing they were mine
maybe I will take me one
and keep her for a time
Drowning in their depthless eyes
choking on their spite
I will change things in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
poem by James Atkins
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Malaysiana - David or Goliath - The New Voice
dont bribe me with
special privileges
give that to the
weaklings, those who
dont quite believe
in themselves
for me
make me that
special person
i deserve to be
someone who can
walk through fire and
storms
someone to
take on the world
anyone, anyone
from anywhere
like a tough eagle
those big or strong
do not really always
have to win big -
remember the david
and goliath story?
and i want to be able
to take on anybody
anytime, anywhere?
like an overpowering ealge
steel claws, mighty wings,
razor sharp beak
that can shred a buffalo
and eyes that can
see a hundred miles
dont bribe me with
special privileges
just make me that
special person
i deserve to be
strong, confident
and 'balled' enough
to take on the world
anytime, anywhere
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Waiting For The Worms
Oooo you cannot reach me now,
Oooo no matter how you try.
Goodbye cruel world, its over.
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come. ( worms to come. )
In perfect isolation,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come. ( worms to come. )
Waiting, to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting, to clean up the city.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to put on a black shirt.
Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors.
Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the reds and the jews.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Would you like to see britannia,
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins,
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Solomon's Wisdom
Nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.
The breathless sun chases the darkness since ages
The God hounds the wickedness with sages
The Birds chirp to awaken men from sleep;
Prophets descend to dislodge men's darkness deep.
The Rivers try to sweeten the salty seas;
Rain tries to satiate, earth's parched pleas.
Youth sprinkles with wrinkles in a wink;
Knowledge often ferries to a disaster's brink.
Woe! Here swiftest rarely wins the race;
Weaklings walkover with a beaming face.
The Godly dies young, leaving starving sons,
Lo! Liars live long, having endless fun.
Un tempting are my wives and virgins
Oh! Hopeless are my hope woven dreams
Happy are those, who have died and gone;
Blessed are souls that refused to be born
Verily, nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Bring Them Home(song)
verse1:
oh how I tried
to change this evil
that's taking over
too many crow
squawkin' freely
they have to go
we need to
take back the earth
and claim it for the humble
greedy hyenas
laughing with their money
creating more weaklings
the price of life
is too expensive
even the fittest will die
chorus1:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse 2:
what do you want
you need to be more practical
what do you need
it can't be greed
because you are sending life
bring them home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
they fight for you
and not the people
I support them
bring them home
chorus 2:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
bridge:
I don't want your false knowledge
I'd rather be dumb
Your the scum
I am the soup
Clean up your act
And bring them home
short verse:
Bring
them
home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
chorus 3:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse1 ending:
bring
them
home
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Out Of The Blue
You said you never loved me, it was all a iie
Dont you know spite is a weaklings emotion
You said you didnt know, but you didnt try
And when you gave up it killed my devotion
Told me you ran around
Needed your fun
Thats over, water under the bridge
Long gone
Chorus:
Then you call out of the blue
Like I still care about you
Out of the blue
Like l cant live without you
Out of the blue
Who do you think youre talking to
Why didnt you just throw away my number
When we were through
Do you need someone to talk to, like a long lost friend
Sympathy just aint in my emotion
Yeah, you had a lot of rope but you reached the end
And when it ran out, it killed my devotion
I can see the bridges burning
But you just walk on
Our love is water under that bridge
Long gone
Chorus:
Then you call out of the blue
Like I still care about you
Out of the blue
Like I cant live without you
Out of the blue
Who do you think youre talking to
Why didnt you just throw away my number
When we were through
I can see the bridges burning
But you just walk on
Our love is water under that bridge
Long gone
Chorus: (repeat)
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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