Rage For Justice
Sometimes we seethe with rage
over some heinous crime committed.
Our voices are raised with thousands of others
for justice to prevail, and then watch in disbelief
as a nominal sentence is incurred.
Although the courts think,
they decide the fate of the individual
it is inside the walls of prison
that really seals their fate.
Sex offenders and child abusers
are never welcome there.
The prisoners welter out
their own brand of punishment for them.
14 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Locked Inside Your Prison
Your love is like a prison wall
And its getting higher
I get so far and then I fall
I cant get through the wire
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Its as though Im doing time
And you wont free me
Let the punishment befit the crime
And say you need me
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Save me save me cant you see Im innocent
Turn the key that will set me free
Please let it end oh let it end
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Save me save me cant you see Im innocent
Turn the key that will set me free
Please let it end wont you let it end
Ill dig a tunnel to your heart
Let me remind you
Even gonna tear the walls apart
Until I find you
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
Oh oh oh Im locked inside your prison
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Child Abuse
How many pleas go unanswered
as their cries echo through the night?
Too many, I am afraid to say
as we hear about child abuse almost every day.
Committed by those who are most trusted,
our guardians of the young
are the ones who defile
the young lives in their care.
What about those who are abused
will they become abusers one day
for the treatment they have received?
That question will remain unanswered
until sometime in future years.
15 October 2009
Author's Note:
Although this poem may depict that all child carers are abusers, they are not. Although in the news in England of late there have been several cases in which child abusers have been people who were in charge of children. I wish now to apologise to the genuine carers that are perfectly innocent if they feel offended by my poem.
This poem was written to underline a question do those abused in turn become abusers.
DVH 15/10/09
poem by David Harris
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This is the day
This is the day I have been waiting for
Let's face the fate to decide our fate.
This is the day that will alter our fate
let's sit and decide what to be done next
we may skip and pass on but
we still would regret as it will be too late.
Should never regret for not saying good bye
so let's sit and decide our fate.
Don't make it too late to decide our fate
don't regret after for not saying your love to me.
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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Love Is A Crime
Oooh Yeah
Chicago
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me to life
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Some might say I'm guilty of loving the first degree
If the jury wants to lock me up and throw away the key
There's no greater punishment than what I face inside
Won't tamper with the evidence cause there's nothing to hide
(He lives inside my heart)
(I'm in the middle too)
I'm in the middle too
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
(You can) sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Better tell the truth, just let me plead my case
The thief who stole my heart from me I couldn't let escape
He's my only alibi, but I won't drop a dime
So how can I give up to you, my partner in crime
(He lives inside) my heart
(I'm in the middle too)
Ooh yeah yeah
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
(Sentence me to life)
You can take away my freedom
But you can't take my love from me
I won't die a lonely prisoner
'Cause my heart will set me free
Oooh ooh yeah
Whooh!
Chicago
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song performed by by Anastacia
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sonnet: Earthly Judgements are Fallible
Let no Man judge a man for any crime;
Let none sentence him to great punishment;
For land to land, there is a changing clime;
Laws vary under the same firmament.
Accused is not always, guilty of charge;
Many a time, you can't prove innocence;
Many a criminal is always at large;
Sometimes, the law appears to be nonsense.
And these are days of high-tech cyber-crime;
Some heinous crimes occur in lock-ups too;
The crime when done, reforming man is prime;
'Tis natural for cows to only 'moo'.
Forgive the offender and win his heart;
To love your enemy worst, is an art.
poem by John Celes
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fate And Destiny!
**FATE AND DESTINY!
I couldn’t quite figure out till date,
If destiny makes us or we make our fate!
If what is destined can never be changed,
Why struggle at all, just blame it on fate? !
But today I recall that old story line,
Young Napoleon was once a truant child!
His worried mother took the child, -
To seek a fortuneteller’s advice!
The old teller had smiled and said, -
‘Madam your son has no line of fate! ’
Young Napoleon took out his pen knife,
Cut his palm to carve his fate line!
Rest is history nothing more need be said;
You may now decide about that line of
fate!
-Raj Nandy
06 May 09
(After writing about serious historical stuff,
I wanted to write about lighter things!)
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The fate of a life
Everybody
Lives In hope
Have l
Two of faith in fate
Keeps on working
Trying to fulfill
The dreams
One saw
If one succeeds
Its hard work for
Him
Fate for others
If he fails
It’s fate for him
Lack of hard work
For others
Life
Goes on and on
End of the day
When one dies
It’s the fate
Which seals
The fate of a life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Cant Get No Justice
black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.
blue collar man
in them grimy working chains
cant get no justice
in them insulated courts.
freedom man
in them speak out chains
cant get no justice
in them walled off courts.
poor woman, ha!
in them second class chains
cant get no justice
in them man-god courts.
you and me
in them angry tired chains
cant get no justice
in them fictional courts!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Moral Individual Decisions
At Teacher’s College in Christchurch New Zealand years ago.
The tutor gave us teacher trainee students a moral lesson.
She said ‘If a student asks you a teacher this moral question.’
‘Is it wrong to steal? ’ You must answer the student thus.
‘There is no right or wrong each person decides by individual right.’
‘No right or wrong? ’ ‘Really? ’ ‘The laws are not written so.’
Stealing is a crime prison is conviction caught punishment.
Crime does not pay ultimately bursting packed prisons say.
‘So is stealing right or wrong? ’ Crime is ticking time bomb.
To break laws a serious state offense prison sentenced penitence.
Moral individual decisions politically correct concept gone astray.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Born In Prison
Were born in a prison
Raised in a prison
Sent to a prison called school
We cry in a prison
We love in a prison
We dream in a prison like fools
Wood becomes a flute when its loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
We live with no reason
Kicked around for no reason
Thrown out without reason like tools
We work in a prison
And hate in a prison
And die in a prison as a rule
Wood becomes a flute when its loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
We live in a prison
Among judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you
We laugh in a prison
Go through all four seasons
And die with no vision of truth
Wood becomes a flute when its loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
song performed by by Lennon John
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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Dowry
A deal in helpless conditions
Yet arranged with great zeal,
A crime againt humanity
Yet committed by even the guardians of law.
Certainly a crime committed by both sides,
One offers
And other demands
Both are equally responsible,
Both are inhuman and immoral,
Both deserve punishment.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Canada Needs Bigger Jails
It’s obvious Canada needs more, bigger and better jails,
Too many convicted criminals getting easy and quick bails,
Lenient conditional sentences and early release,
And for repeat criminal offenders, this should have to cease.
Released after serving one third of their light sentence time,
Seldom mentioned in the media, reason for increase in crime,
System is politically correct and given great respect,
No one in their vast organization would mention neglect.
Serving time in half-way houses around the corner down the street,
And in no time it seems, their short prison sentence is complete,
Our lenient justice system seems to have gone off the deep end,
The jails are obviously not big enough for all those they apprehend.
And they don’t mind doing jail time because the system is so soft,
Treated like a hymn-singing gentleman up in the choir loft,
So jail time is more of an inconvenience than anything else,
They might sometimes feel a little but slight repulse.
Feb 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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My Fate Which Is Mine
My eyes are wide shut, facing the sea
Watching the movement, how can this be?
Ripples, waves, crashing on me
Then I awake, my wall I now see
Who says it was fake, it could be sign
Something bad is coming, or is it Gods design
I will just wait and see, I think ill be fine
Is it His life, or is it mine
Do we make our own decisions, are they already said?
Is my next day determined, before I lay in bed?
Should I stay up and worry, or lay down my head
Will I figure it out, before I am dead?
I decide my own fate, my fate which is mine
Should I save all my money, or spend my last dime
Should I be angry, or remain benign
Take days to think, you’ll run out of time
I decide my own fate, my fate which is mine
poem by Ryan Stark
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Spanish Justice?
Beleaguered Spaniards have had it
"M15" are going after Bankster Chief
File suit, for fraud he did commit
They also hope to jail this vile thief
If Courts rule in favor of fraud victims;
Similar suits may be filed in U.S. Courts
Halls of justice would flood with Dictums
After litigators ferret-out relevant torts
B of A, Wells Fargo and other large banks;
Are put on notice for any wrongful deed
Many Wall Street banks will join the ranks,
To also pay for their heinous acts of greed
'We the people" will ultimately prevail
After all the "99%" is much too big to fail
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Victim of The Unseen Corner of Life
everyday i used to see her,
sitting on the sand,
playing with the dust of dreams..
her loneliness is growing up with her..
the other kids are playing on th field..
her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun..
her sad look falls down on the ground..
days went by..
none is there..
next the door..
they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where?
my little poor girl!
they hide her
in a tight room,
with her epilepsy,
with that monster
c
r
y
i
n
g
in silence..
12 years old
and the story of her cold
had been told
but they just said (her fate)
NO..!
it's not a fate
to live alone
in that pain...
it's not a fate
to feel nothing
except the four walls...
it's not a fate
to lose her happinness
next that door...
it's not a fate
to have none
by her side...
it's not a fate
to be frightened
in her little age...
it's not a fate
to be different
from the others
to see the future
as mirage...
It Is Not A Fate..!
it's not...!
there is a story behind
this fate;
it's their fault..
their own fault...
as once they killed her peace
before 8 dark scary years...!
poem by True Little Angel
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Decapitate
Your head
You will lose it
Severed
When executed
You always thought
Youd never get caught
Decapitate
Sealing your fate
Rebels
Futile efforts
Are quelled
With effective measures
The sentence is read
Word that you dread
Decapitate
Walk through hells gate
Youve lost your head sir
Well you will tomorrow - sleep well
This courts
Best deterrent
To set
New precendents
The verdict of course
Couldnt be worse
Decapitate
Example be made
Decapitate
Will seal your fate
song performed by by Judas Priest
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If it is committed in the name of God or country, there is no crime so heinous that the public will not forgive it.
quote by Tom Robbins
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