Let Us All Unite and Ensure That No Longer Such Mishaps Repeat
Savita Halappanavar could have been saved
Had the dead fetus been surgically removed in time
This surgical procedure cannot be termed abortion
As the fetus ceased to be fetus as it is dead
When Savita requested for its removal
We are advanced and ever advancing
But why can't we come out of the shell of
Religious dogmas
And show the world that
We are human beings first and then only
We identify ourselves
With the nation we are born in
With the religion we are practicing
With the language we speak
With the community we hail from
We failed to identify as a human being
In the process
We lost a woman for no fault of hers
This version is making rounds as of now, but
Whom to blame, as a life is lost
The doctors probably allowed Savita to suffer
As still they claim there was fetal heart beat
Might have ventured a risk
Thinking that Savita would stand that for some more time
Before going for the surgical intervention
But death won the race
This version too makes it round
The land where this tragedy occurred is
Too well known for its pre and post natal care
And hence some find it difficult to believe
That such an incident gets reported
As negligence and gynecologists of that land never go together
Some talk about protest against anti-abortion lobbyists
Some talk about religious adherence
Some talk about racial discrimination
Some talk about so many other things
Let us forget all that
Let this unforeseen death be not become a divide between us
Let us console the widower
Let us pray for peace of the departed soul
Let us extend apologies to bereaved families
If the death has really occurred because of human error
Either technical or otherwise
Let us all unite and ensure
That no longer such mishaps repeat
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Human rights and the hypocritical society.
Human have become murderers,
by killing their own fetus,
in modern theaters,
with the assistance of,
imported medical crew.
Human have become murderers,
by killing their own fetus,
in the women's clinic,
where it is done,
under the pretext,
of delivery.
Human have become criminals,
by poisoning the fetus,
dispensing the medicines,
without ethics,
consuming that with out love,
stubborn fetus,
grow into a handicapped.
Millions of handicapped children,
conceived through the lust of,
two irresponsible selfish individuals,
Have lost their birth rights,
before their birth,
are living pitiful life,
with the hypocrites,
who are called as their parents,
and the society.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Seed in the Womb- Baby Alive!
There is a dormant life, unseen,
In every seed!
When sowed in soil that’s wet,
Under the bright rays of the sun,
It sprouts into a seedling,
With overt life!
It grows into a sapling-
A miniature plant,
Which grows into a plant or tree,
Laden with flowers, fruits and seeds,
And happy are both,
God and mankind.
Do farmers destroy seeds?
Do they destroy sprouted seeds?
Do they pull off seedlings?
Do they remove saplings?
And all have life,
From Creator!
There is an innate life, unseen
In each zygote!
On nidation in womb,
Under the loving care of God,
It grows, becoming embryo:
With overt life!
Which grows into a fetus-
Miniature human being!
Bubbling with life;
And grows into a human babe,
That should be born,
To grow into an adult (male/ female) ,
Who can now have, children,
Maintaining human race,
And happy are both,
God and mankind!
Should one destroy zygotes?
Should one destroy embryos? (Abortion)
Should one murder the fetus? (Feticide, Abortion))
Should one kill the babe, unborn? (Infanticide)
And all have life,
From Creator!
Life is life- plant or beast!
Life is life- in seed or ovum / sperm!
Life is life- small or big!
Life is life- in utero or ex!
Life is life- unborn or born!
Life is life- child or adult!
Would anyone sane destroy
A growing plant?
Would anyone sane cut down
A little tree?
Does any woman have the right
To abort her child?
Can any man or woman
Murder own child?
‘God gives the ‘seed’ life in the womb,
None dare take this out, except Him.
God makes the seed grow in the womb;
No one dare turn the womb, a tomb!
Abortion is murder, most foul
Of a baby in the womb! ’
‘THOU SHALT NOT KILL- saith the Lord.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
poem by John Celes
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What is fetus farming? Simply put, it is the creation and development of a human fetus for the purposes of later killing it for research or for harvesting its organs.
quote by Nathan Deal
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Life For Life
Internally old organism
Rejected its fetus
But occuring reactions won't allow
To tear out the bringer
Of human existence
Fight for life - what life,
Which one question
In great fulfilmnet life was created
To sacrifice - life for life...
Off happiness for human
Satisfaction left is
Impotence and emptiness...
And scattered human
Creation is being removed...
Save life - but what life,
Which one question piece by piece,
Effectively and carefully
Small head which was
Supposed to see the world
(to give happiness and
mother's devotion)
Inertly lies in the surgeon's hands -
A few stumps, closed and blood covered
Eye - lids, deadly grimace
Of the childish face...
Someone must stay life -
-But what for, why?
Emptiness will persist,
Nervous breakdown and fear...
Looking at the deadly fetus in all -
-Embracing inability
weeping won't help
in blood - life is taken away to rescue
(Another) life
and then...to forget (?) - life for life
Unforgettable grief...
song performed by by Yattering
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Baby Dumping In The World!
Mutated flowers and fruits dropp as snowflakes,
Born mutated human suffer and seek to be concerned,
The grain that implanted in the womb sucked,
The fetus formed out of wedlock washed out,
The passage to the glorious ovary camouflaged,
Gulping, injecting and inserting contraceptives,
Millions of enlightened human do it in disguise,
The human got in between the pestle and mortar,
Not knowing the convenience of development,
Carry the babies to full term and then kill them,
The babies are thrown into the dustbin alive and dead,
The babies are found in the houses of God,
While the ants and insects feast on their fresh cords,
Don't be a father to a baby that is aborted,
Don't be a daddy to a baby that is mutated,
Don't be a bapa to a baby that is dumped,
Don't father a baby to a woman who is not yours.
Don't be a mummy to a baby that is washed out,
Don't be a mother to a baby that is dumped and killed.
Don't sleep around to get the pool of sperms,
identify the sperm that impregnate with handheld kit,
push into the hell of fire to stand and suffer,
we, women, are left alone when we are in trouble.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Make Love Instead
For to win the war many must die and the dead forever dead
Forget about making war mate you should make love instead
For making love is very beautiful of love the poets do sing
It is better by far than making war as war is a horrid thing,
War only causes suffering and death and grief and fear
And when you talk to me about war I do not wish to hear
'Tis not for to fight and die in war the mother raises her boy
Love leads to peace and harmony in war there is no joy
Why instil hatred of others into your little son
And talk to him of warriors and battles fought and won
Talk to him instead of compassion and on how to forgive
And leave him to make up his own mind on how he ought to live
And when you talk to me of making war to you I can only say
Make love instead 'tis a joyful thing and give your thoughts of war away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Re-make/re-model
(ferry)
I tried but I could not find a way
Looking back all I did was look away
Next time is the best time we all know
But if there is no next time where to go?
Shes the sweetest queen Ive ever seen (cpl593h)
See here she comes see what I mean? (cpl593h)
I could talk talk talk talk talk myself to death
But I believe I would only waste my breath
Ooh show me
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Angel She Is.
she is everything to me in this world her pure heart of gold and her smile that in which can brighten even the darkest of places in this universe her name so pretty so sweet to say to think and dream and know her would be the best thing ever in this life i know we speak very little or not at all but i think of her and want her to know that her soul is like that golden treasure one worth searching and endangering ones life for in the end to just be with her and talk and hang out with her would be one adventure id risk life and death for wen i talk to her i feel like nothing else in this world matters only when i talk to her.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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In the case of abortion, one pits the life of the fetus against the interests of the pregnant woman.
Don't bring me down with you.
Why when you talk?
you seem not to care.
when you do agree?
you get offensive.
why when i talk about stuff?
you don't pay attention.
so if i was hurting?
would you care?
who do i turn to?
when all i want to do is hide?
nobody seem to care.
nobody seem to want to talk.
should i just keep to myself.
only because it a waste of time to talk.
am i being a drama queen?
or am i just being human?
you tell me cuz i sure don't know.
to you, i don't know about a lot of things.
cuz to you i'm just a child.
a child who don't know about the world.
but, you really don't know me.
you only think you do.
truth be told when i was hurting.
you wasn't there helping me.
you were there doing the hurting.
so why should i care what you think.
when everything you say brings me down.
just because you are unhappy with your life,
don't mean you can bring me down with you.
because you on your own for that.
leave me alone!
Copyright © 2009
10-14-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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Breather
Back in the time when you breathed
I would say breath to you and you
would answer back,
I would say breathe to you and you would do it:
I could have filled a community of breathers
with what you had,
it was free, a birthright,
day and night, black and white,
it was yours, given,
the acceptable inevitable companionship of opposites,
in and out, breath or death, breathe or die,
the human situation.
Birds talk about it
from one tree to another,
conversing across a small valley,
they know what they talk about,
they know something is wrong —
your breathing, or dying,
they know and talk about it,
while inside this room with big picture windows
we whisper about it.
We whisper
and they discuss it through trees
and across a small valley,
in their secret language,
they chatter it all out, gossip,
how we lost our power:
what we couldn’t imagine, couldn’t control,
happened.
poem by Ioanna Carlsen
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Fretless
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
Hes got his work and she comes easy
They each come around when the other is gone
Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between
I wouldnt confide in the prodigal son
The die has been cast, the battle is won
The bullets were blanks, a double aught gun
I couldnt admit to a minute of fun
(chorus 1)
They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No words spoken, no need to speak
Take it, stomp twice, ring the bell
Tether that ring and phrase
Enough with the rifle and talk already
We all know what it means
Take this conversation to your great divide
I can only swallow what I ate
And I dont hate him
And I dont hate her
They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak
(chorus 2)
(dont talk to me)
Dont talk to me about being alone
(dont talk to me)
Dont talk to me about being alone
(dont talk to me)
Dont talk to me about being alone
Reach for each other before you leave
Reach peace with a e-a-c
Dont threaten me with a gentle tease
Dont threaten me with angry
Please, please, please
Dont try to tell me what I am
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2)
(talk to me)
Dont talk to me
(talk to me)
Dont talk to me
(dont talk to me)
Dont talk to me
(dont talk to me)
Dont talk to me about being alone
song performed by by REM
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Talking.... (Who Listens?)
even the silence of the night talks,
small children talk in their dreams;
old people talk staring out windows...
trees talk shedding leaves,
empty buildings talk to ghosts;
dead bones talk to the wind...
the wind talks those who mourn.
the hungry talk to their oppressors,
the prisoner talks to the walls.
the desperate talk to the noose,
lovers talk with simple touch.
soldiers talk to their fears,
the unborn talk to our decisions.
the moon talks to the night,
and the night talks to the dawn.
the soul of man talks,
and calls it god.
the conscience talks to the heart.
death talks to the living....
who listens?
who really hears?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Forbidden Subject
Is the population decreasing because of abortions?
Or are the numbers balanced by high immigration proportions?
Do the statisticians make a connection and compare?
Are we allowed to even think about this abortion affair?
Have religious types gone silent about abortion clinics?
On every second street according to abortion cynics,
Has the issue left the public eye and died a slow horrible death,
Or a quick death like an unborn baby who never took a breath.
Is this a forbidden media subject that can't be discussed?
Is this subject so bad that people might look at it with disgust?
How many abortion clinics are operating on your street?
Do they have a big sign out front or is all very discreet?
Nov 23rd,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Love and friendship
If red rose is for love and friendship
White one is for peace and very seems very deep
Its message is very clear with anguish
A signal for surrender and sign of finish
It is better to call off war and avoid blood shed
The wars are never successfully led
Both the sides suffer in terms of man and material
No one can proudly claim or offer denial
Modern warfare is the bloodiest
It can never be termed as useful or best
Did you ever visit hospitals or war zones?
If not then you are safe with all bones
Bodies are scattered all over for vultures
No one can claim it as good culture
It can never guarantee stable future
We are pushed to deep darkness for ever
Let us pray for no more such occurrences
It should never occur even by remote chance
We may replace material loss with some pain
But human losses are never to be regained
Even single death is shame on humanity
We have been sent here as peace messenger by almighty
We have no right to claim any land or divide
Time may favor sometimes but not always the tide
We have seen many civilizations lost in process
We have few remnants and have some access
We can assume glorious past of such existence
What is use if we have lost our past because of ignorance?
Avoid using pretext to wage such unholy things
It has nothing to do with man kind or something
Peace must prevail either by friendship or good neighborhood
Then only it will be known as correct meaning and having understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We Need Euthanasıa Soon
Euthanasia advocates want dying made easy and legal,
Though religious advocates look on all this as sinful and evil,
We should not have to go to Switzerland to arrange to die,
When we have abortion clinics here and there and no one asks why.
Death on demand is frowned on except for unborn babies,
No one seems to question these abortion bound young pregnant ladies,
But euthanasia and death with dignity is just not allowed,
By Supreme Court judges dressed like a Santa-Clause crowd.
Doesn’t matter if you have a terrible terminal illness,
Soon to be cold dead in a coffin in complete stillness,
Sue Rodriguez had Lou Gehrig’s disease when she was told,
Though she too soon joined the painful dead long before she was old.
poem by James Bredin
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I Lost My Mobile Phone
I've awoken in a terrible state,
I think I'm going to die,
My life is almost over,
As I breathe my one last sigh.
I'm really hurting deep inside
That's why I find it odd,
If one can suffer in this way,
There can't possibly be a God.
It happened as I was driving,
I ran into a pole,
I'd just completely lost the plot,
This is going to take it's toll.
How could my fellow human beings?
Treat me with such disdain,
How can they stand there laughing?
When they know I'm in so much pain.
Like blood my body needs it,
It's as important as my heart,
Without it I know I will die,
We just cannot be apart.
As I'm now losing consciousness,
I feel like such a fool,
Though I did ignore the warning signs,
How could life be so cruel?
There is no point in carrying on,
I've given up the ghost,
I'll just go quietly on my way,
As they play my one last post.
I must have upset someone high,
To suffer this affliction,
The reality with my illness is,
It's based on fact not fiction.
I'm going to see my psychiatrist now,
This will be my one last session,
After all I've been put through,
I'm suffering from depression.
But I don't care what you lot think,
I know I've passed life's test,
When I finally meet my maker,
I can say I tried my best.
Paradise must be a massive place,
There must be a lot of choice,
Us humans love to gossip,
I love the sound of my own voice.
How did our parents ever survive?
Even for a two-minute walk,
Being away from family and friends,
Without being able to talk.
I know what you're all thinking now,
For me you're feeling sad,
Definitely not I hear you say,
We think you're barking mad.
In saying that I'm worried now,
If Heaven's the ultimate creation,
How the Hell will I survive?
Do they have any communication?
Well this is it I'm on my way,
I have taken my final breath
Not knowing if I'll be allowed to speak,
Is a fate far worse than death.
My epitaph I want you to write,
On my lovely granite stone,
Is, I didn't die from illness,
‘' I Lost My Mobile Phone ‘'
I Wanna Talk To You
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m
Lord, lordy, lordy
Standing here on my own side
Waitin fo the floor
Your worlds movin fast
But still ends up a bore
Come on give me a little room na
Do you have to take it all
Yeah thats the way it is I guess
Then youre born with nothin at all
Uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh
I wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Hey boy dont feel my worlds untrue
Yeah, I wanna talk to you
My world can be true
I wanna talk to you
Pick up my life at the table
Read about the way I could be
But I know I just aint able
So I read about the real me
Who can I blame
For the way I am
I aint never had one soul to help me
So I dont give a.......
Uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh
Watch that boy, watch that
I heard you thinkin
I wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Dont feel my worlds untrue
Yeah, boy I wanna talk to you
My world can be true
But you gotta find out what to do
I wanna talk to you sonny beau
Gotta woman that lov me
Feed me beans evry night
Twelve babies look up at me
Wid big grey hungry eyes
Oh but I just cant complain
You see ya, said I aint allowed
Oh but pretty soon will come a change
When I gain the biggest mouth
Uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- uh
I wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Dont feel my worlds untrue
Yeah boy , I wanna talk to you
My world can be true
Im a show you what to do
I wanna talk to you
Hey dont wanna talk to you
What you mean by that boy
I dont wanna talk to you
I recognize you as being a human being
Ive been listening to you for 250 thousand years
I called you steve when you were amongst my friends
Dont wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Too late
Naw boy
Too late I cant wait
Naw
Dont wanna talk to you
You can have dinner with me next week
And after that you can moe my lawn
Hey dont wanna talk to you naw
Understand me
You cant tell me nothin white man
Try to understand yourself
Oh I dont wanna say a word to you
Do ya understand me
Naw I dont hear ya - I wanna talk
Too late
Naw it aint
Cant wait
Yes, ya can
Dont wanna talk to you
Ah stevie boy
Hey I dont need you for nothin
Come on stevie lets talk na
Dont wanna talk to you
You know Im ya friend
Im gonna take my share
N-n- naw stevie you cant do that
I-i-i give it toya
Dont wanna talk to you
Un-un-understand me na
Yeah its too late
You-yous my brother
Cant wait
You my brother na
Dont care about your sake
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah stevie
I dont wanna talk to you
I guess I cant say n-n-nothin to you
Lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lord
Naw, naw, naw, naw, naw
Naw, naw, naw, naw, naw
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Talk To Me
When I see you, girl you turn my head, you make me dizzy
I get a good vibration
When I look into your big blue eyes, I start to quiver and shake
I get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation, talk to me
People tell me that you run around and that youre no good
You got a bad reputation
I dont care what all the people say, you know they talk too much
Its a fascination
All I wanna do is talk to you and maybe go out, and form some kind of relation
So talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
I just wanna talk to you
Girl I wish you knew the way I felt, you think Im silly, that its infatuation
So we better get together soon, because I need you girl
I cant stand the frustration, so
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why dont you
Talk to me - cmon and talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - I just wanna talk to you
(repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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