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Downfall

Everyday you knock him down, anger gradually builds.
Beyond his weak exterior, malicious plots of of revenge.
You assume that constantly teasing him wouldn't tap into his sanity.
And you assume there's no consequence, but here is the possible reality.

All of the laughter has gotten to his head.
A once peaceful mind now flooding with hatred.
Satan suggests that he dismantles the building of the ones causing him torment.
So he enters the school the very next day armed with an Uzi.

Bullets end lives for every time someone kicked him while he was down.
And he doesn't stop and think about who is innocent or not.
The panicked screams remind him of the sound that was echoing in his mind.
His paranoia brings them all to death, insanity defined.

After the massacre, he sits down trying to comprehend what he has done.
The timid child now shining through, 'what have I become? '
He's soulless and cold, nothing promising in his future at all.
So he puts the gun to his head, and proclaims his downfall.

The halls laced with chaos, a disturbing design.
Bombarded with bullet holes, an inhumane rhyme.
Floors covered with bodies, they thought he was fine.
The police force arrives, families cry.

This story could possibly bring you no fear.
But if it happened at Columbine, it could happen here.
So before you declare a person inadequate.
Remember, you probably don't know the half of it.

poem by Aaron Lynn
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Never never never

Never assume anything
Never take anything for granted
Never take things simplistically
As though
There is no reason
For every

Leaf that falls prematurely

A schoolboy who never wants to go to school again
A little girl who kills herself because of poverty
(all the while it was her father who raped her)

never assume that poor countries exist
because their leaders are corrupt
and all for that reason

the people too voted for them
the people too sold their votes

never assume that only one is at fault
the criminal has his own reasons too

the complainant the more
he will raise his fist and say there is injustice

but you are there for the scales
and you balance them and look at every word that is uttered
and leaves no stone unturned

the sharpness of the knife
the depth of the wounds
the amount of blood that is lost
the possible alibi
the hideous lie
the witnesses who do not blink
the bullet that is left

could be a gun and not a knife
could be the stranger not the wife
never never assume anything
you will be called upon to judge

let the innocent child in you arise
seeing new in everything that meets your eye
that tells your mind
and speak without fear
to honestly
tell that the emperor after all is wearing no new clothes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Massacre Of The Unborn

No survive
Unborn child
Cut to pieces
Left without a name
Unwanted because of the problems of humanity
Unspeakable crime
Silent war is the name of the game
Millions are dying in actions of death and pain
Misguided mothers make this happen
Sometimes for a financial situation
Or a sexual mistake
[Chorus:]
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn child
Innocent blood cries in vain
Defenseless lives are slaughtered everyday
They should make a law against this insanity
Unborn corpses are growing in extreme quantity
Premature stage
Slowly destroyed by the human race
[Lead]
Tortured by tyrants
Unjustly demise
Infant children are left to die
Just innocent lives they slay
There is no chance to escape
Murdering is the matter of this case
A merciless torture to take
No one will live, because they won't survive
There's infant dying
Can't you see
That they will not have a chance
Of growing up in this life
[Lead]
[Chorus:]
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn child

song performed by by Incubus
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We Assume

We live in a world where we assume,
we assume stuff in our heads
that are of a different tune.
A different tune that the other person thinks,
because this person is living their own dream.
So it doesn't matter what you say or do
if you are not on the same page by answering it through.
So if you want to just assume,
you might as well go play with a child's balloon.
For it has a lot of hot air,
it doesn't matter if you even care.
So ask your questions, but look for reason why
for you are not the one who decides-
How a person should live their life.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Love Hates Anger

When hatred invaded a weak thought,
The mind was prepared for defeat.
It was the will that fought,
Anger attacked without retreat.

Sad to hear the screams and cries,
Violence was the force that dictated.
With bleeding mind and denies,
Anger left the body negated.

Shame returned when all was lost,
Right was a wrong or a right choice.
Love stood faithless crisscrossed,
Regret of anger is loves voice.

poem by Jayram Daya
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On The Burial Ground

Die by violence in this world
Is nothing strange for us
With all those chemicals, wars and destructions
We do not know mother nature has in store for us
The race for economy makes people forget
The lives around this planet
As men become more egoist
Pretty soon
there will be nothing in this world
For men to spare
[Pre-chorus:]
Stupidity, causing pain
And sickness
To our world
Suffer
[Chorus:]
On the burial ground
Is what this planet is all about
It's where we are right now
We might not have any future to be found
On this burial ground
We have nowhere to hide
Death is laughing at our cries
And now we are feeling the effects
That the forces of nature has brought
The droughts, Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
It's gettin worse than even before
We can see the revenge of this planet upon us
As we keep hurting the sea
The soil and the air
Sometimes some catastrophic accidents happen
Causting death rate and we wounder from where
People are dying in civilization of different lands
Because of the drought
Occurences of flooding everywhere
Killing innocent people and leaving others in despair
Abomination because people fear that all these events
Happen without any warning killing unexpectedly
Men subjugate the forces of nature
But we don't know that it's destroying us slowly
The animals are becoming extinct
Seas and rivers polluted by toxic waste
Combustible smoke
Factories are creating acid rains
That is burning our skins
Damaging plantations
And soon it will bring us to death
Air pollution is disintegrating our atmosphere
Allowing the ultra-violet rays to burn the earth
And to provoke us fear
[Repeat chorus]
[Lead]
Soon some of the lives on this planet
Won't exist anymore
Because we won't be able to recreate
Some of the beauty thta we had before
Nobody seems to care
About the future of our children's civilizations
We better act now
So they won't have a life of torment and frustration
[Repeat pre-chorus, chorus]
Cursed by men this world has become
We are building our own tombs
By eliminating our source of life
When blindly we continue the destructions
There's no future
Day by day we are reaching the end of our lives

song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Happened to the Day?

'My child, what is that sound I hear
That rush of many feet,
I hear the people gathering
Tumultuous in the street,
I hear the people shouting
But I can't hear what they say,
The sun begins to set, my child,
What happened to the day? '

'I well remember waking, it
Was such a glorious dawn,
The clouds splashed red and tumbling
From Dante's palette born;
The clouds so red, it hurt my eyes
I had to look away,
Why look you so forlorn, my child,
What happened to the day? '

My memory has failed once more,
Again, it's taken wing,
You must remind these weary bones,
I don't recall a thing.
The clouds reflected through the house
Some sense of red dismay,
I ask you once again, my child,
What happened to the day? '

'My wife, my love of fifty years
Came out and smiled at me,
I sat her in her favourite chair
And then I let her be.
She doesn't always know me now,
Her mind has gone away,
Who are these men in uniform...
What happened to the day? '

'You keep reflecting on the blade
That's lying on my lap,
I must have carved the luncheon roast -
I can't remember that!
There's blood all over everywhere
But how, I couldn't say,
My child, my mind's beyond repair,
What happened to the day?

'I only acted out of love,
Whatever else is true,
If I could just remember
What it was I had to do?
These men are treating me so rough,
They're taking me away,
Your eyes are hard and cold, my child,
What happened to the day? '

17 October 2008

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Death

The journey of death, I think of dying as it were
a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts
the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise,
we see ourselves in a utopia dream world,
that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a
sad word; a word that is continually present with
melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always
dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back.
It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death
wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would
change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think
of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the
nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold
and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the
night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a
warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings;
death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge
grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't
defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each
day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.
Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second
we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the
purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way,
to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after
time has past, not even a vestige of us.

poem by Elenushka Toledo
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A Tribute to September,11 2001

Dawn breaks over the horizon,
the first rays of sunshine
start to warm the air
and brighten the city.

It is a clear blue sky this morning,
it is just perfect.
Everyone buzzes around, ready
to start their morning.

Nothing at all seems to
be wrong or could ruin this day.
No one is aware of the
immanent danger they are in.

New Yorkers rushing to do
all they need to,
not taking a moment to
stop and see the world.

BOOM! ! ! Hundreds of
innocent people, their lives
suddenly go up in flames
as the plane crashes.

Thousands of people below
suddenly stop to see
the inferno inside the building
rage on and the smoke billow out.

This once seemingly great day,
now has threatened us
and the lives of many people,
it is now an attack.

The people below stop to stare,
trying to figure out what
happened for this explosion
to occur inside the building.

No one ever thinks that
a jumbo airliner,
carrying lots of people,
had been hijacked by terrorists.

This plan had been made
long before this day.
The hearts of these men
turned to evil.

Their intent, to kill
thousands of people,
no matter what
race, age or gender.

Everyone and anyone was
a potential target.
Making us all the same.
United in their evil plot.

They studied all of us,
blended in, and learned
how to manipulate our system.
All of us unaware.

Inside the building,
people make their way
to escape, to survive.
Everyone flooding the exits.

While others still are trapped.
Many already know their fate.
They make the decision
to end it sooner, rather than later.

Rather than face the flames,
they jump, their bodies
becoming missiles and don't
stay intact.

Almost as if God, himself,
took them away before
they could ever land.
Horror spreads across the growing crowds.

Just as everyone thinks,
nothing else could possibly happen...
BOOM! ! ! Another plane
crashes into the second building.

More innocent people's lives
stop, just as they were beginning.
Screams and chaos breaks out
in everyone watching.

The world has been turned
upside down and horrors never thought of,
now turn into reality.
Everyone's heart, united in agony.

The clear blue sky is now
tainted with thick black smoke,
the smoke of hatred
from men who saw this as good.

The world seems to stop to watch,
holds their breath and
prays that nothing else happens.
Prays that it is all just a dream.

People at home watching,
pick up the phone and dial
their loves ones to
make sure they are alright.

Others immediately call to
see how they can help
the people in New York.
Ready to do anything.

Just as everything seemed alright,
the building gives way,
the whoosh of air hits
everyone below as it comes crashing.

Ash surrounds everyone.
Pandemonium erupts as
people run for their lives,
almost everyone gets caught in the ash cloud.

Everything goes from color,
to ash grey, connecting everyone again.
Everything looks like statues now
as if time now stands still.

The grey of the ashes
sets and even more depressing
tone to the worst
possible situation.

The earth trembles once again,
as the second building crashes down.
Thousands of lives now lost,
to the hatred of those men.

They had a goal,
and the succeeded in
what they wanted.
Their hatred won...

Men, women, sons, daughters,
Mothers, fathers, friends,
all gone in a matter of seconds.
No one even heard their cries.

But they did not loose
their life in vain.
We as Americans became
stronger and now stand together.

Brave men and women
have gone across seas to
fight to keep our freedom,
in the names of those killed.

Now we stand, hand in hand,
fighting against terrorism.
Fighting for the lives lost,
they will not die in vain.

May we never forget
9-11 and the precious
meaning of life.
May we love more and hate less.

God Bless those people who died,
the people who lost loved ones,
those still fighting for freedom,
and God Bless America.

poem by Jaana Coon
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