There Must Be Another Way!
The dream began... I stood alone
Inside a hotel room...
Outside the window, bombs were blown,
Atomic, I presume.
Too late to change, too late to stop,
The distant death drew near.
More bombs above and then to drop,
No place to hide my fear.
I looked away, no time to run,
No chance that I'd survive.
So I stood still, for death had won -
No soul would stay alive.
The second dream... another place...
At home, with family.
The midnight hour and more disgrace...
More bombs that night to see.
Both dreams foretold our worst nightmares.
Defenceless day and night!
To live on Earth where no-one cares,
Yet each side thinks it's right!
Some say that World War's on the brink!
Destruction's aftermath!
How low can Mankind truly sink?
Behold our epitaph!
Unless God opens up our eyes,
Hell-bent we'll surely be!
While God alone is truly wise,
Our folly's plain to see!
Atomic bombs! We must be mad!
It's genocide not war!
We don't need school to show we're bad!
We're rotten to the core!
That's why we must be born again...
Repent, believe and pray!
Before Christ comes, we know not when,
THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY!
poem by Denis Martindale
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and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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Suppose Germany had developed two bombs before we had any bombs. And suppose Germany had dropped one bomb, say, on Rochester and the other on Buffalo, and then having run out of bombs she would have lost the war. Can anyone doubt that we would then have defined the dropping of atomic bombs on cities as a war crime, and that we would have sentenced the Germans who were guilty of this crime to death at Nuremberg and hanged them? But, again, don't misunderstand me. The only conclusion we can draw is that governments acting in a crisis are guided by questions of expediency, and moral considerations are given very little weight, and that America is no different from any other nation in this respect.
quote by Leo Szilard
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Repent II
It was more than fourteen years ago in South Korea,
And like a bird through a window in the wall;
But three explosions in China will never stop me from loving you.
Your lover is gone and you are now sitting her alone,
But i have to search for mine among the scattered bodies!
For she was at the market when the bombs exploded,
But it is gone too soon in the thin air.
Bombs and victims,
Of many wounded by these acts! !
And like the remission of our sins on this earth;
But try to repent before it is too late.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nuclear Buffets
Hydrogen weapons and wars!
But humanity is the key to life;
And forever never ends from today.
Before and after the atomic bomb,
We are now deeper into the dark than before;
And with atomic coctails and nuclear buffets!
Oh this energy hungry world! !
You are like the bride-price of the virgins;
And like the atom being split in 1938.
Compassion, kindness, patience, longsuffering and mercy;
You are the first one to do it but,
The parable of the talents took away the righteous fruits of your love.
Of a rock cut out without hands and of your atomic coctails,
And from within and without with your nuclear buffets;
But this is like the last ruling power on earth at this time around.
A family starts with a marriage so you must not beak up your vows,
But life is like informing the people with your calling;
But this project also came out of Manhattan.
To remember the 6th of August 1945 and to see the acts of bombs!
But the dishonest people around us are the Babylonians;
For lamentation and bitter weeping are now on our faces.
Atomic bombs and nuclear buffets,
When will this Babylonian system stop?
For the wars had never put us into better shapes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Is With The Bomb?
Where is it?
It is over here! !
Where is it?
It is over there! !
It has occured again and,
Who is with the bomb?
It is over here an there and,
Who is playing with the bomb?
It has destroyed many and,
It is still destroying us daily;
But, who is with the bomb?
Right from creation till now,
We have been destroying ourselves!
With bombs here and there;
But, when are we going to learn?
We do advance on in life but,
We still have the bombs in our hands;
Who really is with the bomb today? !
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb! ! !
With the atomic bombs alike to kill us all;
Now, the nuclear race is at hand.
Who is with the bomb?
With arsenals and nuclear war heads;
After two thousand years of history,
We still cannot learn from our mistakes.
Here and there with the manufacturing plants,
We still go to conferences thinking of stopping it;
But, should we have no fear of the Atomic Energy? !
A nuclear rat-race,
The arm-race of weapons!
Two thousand years of history could not be wiped away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Early Works - Understanding
With a little understanding and humility,
this world would be a better place for you and me.
Instead of bullets, bombs and rockets
we’d have love between our neighbours and families.
Instead of death, destruction and misery
we’d have outstretched hands of friendship
from stranger we did not know.
No cause is worth the death of one man
no matter what that cause may be.
For love and understanding
is all anyone ever needs.
When all the bullets and bombs are gone,
what kind of world will be left,
the answer lies within ourselves?
Within our faith and understanding,
we must look at our enemies
try and understand their plight.
Not with weapons of mass destruction,
but with hope and understanding
that they have rights like us,
then maybe one day
we’ll all live under an umbrella
of peace and harmony.
19-20 February 1996
poem by David Harris
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Image Of Nigeria!
Upside down,
Inside out,
The bombs are now destroying the image of Nigeria!
And we are all watching what is going on in Nigeria.
Upside, outside, inside, side, slide, tide;
Today in Jos,
Yesterday in Abuja,
And now in kano! !
Oh yes, the bombs are destroying the image of Nigeria.
Guide, hide, pride, wide, vide, ride;
With bombs thrown here and there to kill many in Nigeria! !
And, the world watches on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Under The Gun
Looking at babys face I saw the plight of the
Human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would not, would not subside
I thought youre too young to understand
That the fate of every mortal man
Rests in someones mortal hand tonight
In the nuclear insanity theres a death watch
On the land and sea
And I believe that we may never live our lives
We were born under the gun and just like
Every mothers son
We are hostage to the megaton and the world
Could die tonight
Under the gun, we live in fear that the end
Will come
But theres one place to run
Run to the son
Everyone can see that the hour is late
And every soul on earth got to demonstrate
Their loving if were to survive
cos were tired of living on the brink
Scared to death that our ship will sink
At the winking of an eye
This course were ons a big mistake
cos we all lose in the nuclear race
Its time to show all the heads of state that we
Believe
Yes we believe that were fighting for our lives
We were born under the gun and just like
Every mothers son
We are hostage to the megaton and the world
Could die tonight
Under the gun, we live in fear that the end
Will come
But theres one place to run
Run to the son
Theres a finger on the button but if its
Pressed were not forgotten
Millions speak, feel no fear
The mood to change is in ascendance here
Theres a finger on the button but if its
Pressed were not forgotten
Millions speak, feel no fear
The mood to change is in ascendance here
Theres a finger on the button but if its
Pressed were not forgotten
Theres a finger on the button but if its
Pressed were not forgotten
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Fall Dog Bombs The Moon
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hope little girl
Come blow me away
I don't care much
I will anyway
Just a dog
I'm Goddamn rich
I'm exploading mad
When I talk in the night
It's all in my hands
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
Devil in the market place
Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog
There's always a moron
Someone to hate
A corporate tire
A wig in the date
Just a dog
These blackest of years
That have no sound
No shape, no depth
No underground
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
The Devil in the market place
The Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog
song performed by by David Bowie
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Some think the worst horrors of war might be avoided by an international agreement not to use atomic bombs. This is a vain hope.
quote by John Boyd Orr
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Uranium 235
Our fear is bombs , our fear is war
Uranium blasting, its time to disarm
Will we make it to the 21st century?
Will the fear exist for eternity?
---fear of the light---
Well you lead us into the atomic age now
Will you lead us away from the carnage now?
Or will hydrogen take us to the final stage now?
Our fear is bombs , our fear is war
Uranium blasting, its time to disarm
Will we make it to the 21st century?
The fear exists of nuclear energy
---fear of the light---
Well you lead us into the atomic age now
Will you lead us away from the carnage now?
Or will hydrogen take us to the final stage now?
Take us to the final stage....
song performed by by Uranium 235
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Mother Nature She Will Survive
I feel that we live off of Mother Nature and that to Mother Nature we belong
And if we bite at the hand that feeds us then to ourselves we are doing wrong
Another war now almost certain and more huge bombs will be dropped from the sky
And Mother Nature she will suffer and some of her human children will die.
Harm we do unto others unto our own selves we do
And in these times those words are relevant and those words as ever ring true
Those who dropp bombs on distant cities a part of the Planet destroy
And the words what we do unto others to them more than any apply.
Those who order the bombings of foreign cities may think to themselves it's okay
To destroy a small part of the Planet in a Country from them far away
But we all breathe the same air and the big bombs poison and pollute
And for everyone the price is big when Nature we persecute.
To Mother Nature who feeds us all, mankind cause much offence
And that we damage her by bombing her makes very little sense
And another war is looming if we believe all we hear
But Mother Nature she will survive though mankind may disappear.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Within War, Within Peace
I was born long ago, in a city far away
not knowing would I live yet another bloody day
There were bombs all around me, deep into the night
children dissapeared as I stood by in fright
You would try to run, but could not hide
the taunting enemy, was by your side
You didn't know, who they were
it felt as if, it was all a blur
Families destroyed and pulled apart
by greedy hands, supporting this art
I now look back at all the sin
people with sorrows, who were killed within
I was born long ago, in a city far away
within war I stood up and embraced my day
I was born long ago, in a city far away
but within peace, I chose to live, in a city by the bay.
Charlie vergara
10.30.2007
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poem by White Tiger
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I saw more than a dozen of the bomb of bombs being loaded
I saw more than a dozen
of the bomb of bombs being loaded
from pallets out of a big Hercules aircraft
shining in yellow copper intensity
with the lead tips looking strangely cold
into the bomb bays
of Buccaneer bombers
at Rooikop air force base
and with other special force soldiers
was doing guard duty that night
and still wonder if the bombs were only atomic,
or were they hydrogen, maybe neutron
or a newer generation of something even worse?
While a bit of rain was drizzling down
every piece of metal gleamed
under bright lights
and in my heart
I could already feel the country’s,
the world’s death rattle
as the Third World War
was about to start
and no Sassoon, Wilfred Owen
or even Alun Lewis
could have felt like this
being caught as a citizen force soldier
at the whim of politicians
who have the power
to obliterate millions, even billions of lives
while being only mere men.
[Reference: A War Poem by Christopher van Wyk.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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(Forgiveness Poem) An Open Battle Field
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
Controlling the masses
Just bow down.
And take it in the rear.
Watch as you lose another one you hold so dear.
Falling off the radar.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Is this where the poor live?
How long do you think you can survive?
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
The world is committing suicide.
Everyone just swallow your pride.
If you expect the help from others.
You got to give all you have give.
Lord in my heart let me forgive.
No matter my hated enemy.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
It is a forced occurrence.
Not as we want but as we must.
The rules of greed.
In heaven I concede.
Their can't be this hierarchy.
Ruled under one thumb.
The gloom of this darkness.
Follow the leader.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
The teachers, or the preachers?
How do we view one another.
Painting another pretty rainbow.
The colors of the perfected flaws.
Lets put everything on pause.
Just look at us.
Divided by nothing.
Yet communication is non existent.
With every second the meaning is yet to met.
Dire consequences.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
Grabbing the gun and knife.
Preparing to defends ones life.
All because we can't share.
Like little children we fight our wars.
With equality being important above all else.
Death to this diluted common practice.
Lets just be as we are.
Deny the skies all you want.
Their still there.
Hovering in the air.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
I'm already gone.
In a higher place.
In a world disapproving.
To my conclusion.
But I don't even care.
I don't believe in fair.
I expect to receive the worst.
Cause in this life we have been cursed.
But it is the only way we can learn.
With the heart it has to be earned.
With all that is good I'm concerned.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
We are men that have the ability to find choice.
With this we should rejoice.
But instead we try to remove it and the responsibility of it.
Should I be angry?
Should I be mad?
Should I try to destroy other men?
With hope I pray that I can be forgiven.
Evil is the intent.
The world is trying to circumvent.
Shortcuts to the end.
My heart is an open battle field
Shoot your bombs.
Lay your mines.
With every wound received.
I will be fine.
Swimming through the time
Let me hit the point of being numb.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Bomb-Bay
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! !
Of the tears of many eyes that saw your dead;
With killers in Jeans and T-Shirts.
The 'Taj Mahal Palace' was in flames!
And, why should people hate others so much like this?
Why?
The horror of bombs and the death people that was recorded,
Oh India! ! Why should this occur to you?
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! Of the terrorists acts against you;
Mumbai oh Mumbai, then came the explosions on................
The Metro Cinema,
The Cama and Albless Hospital,
The Trident Oberi Hotel,
The Chowpatly Beach,
The Administrative Office in Mimbai,
The Gokuldas Tejpal Hospital,
The Chhatrapati-Shivaji Main Station,
The State Bank of India,
The Leopald Cafe,
The Taj-Mahal-Hotel,
And the Nariman House.
Bombs were on Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay'!
But many people died at the main station and the Taj-Mahal-Hotel;
It was a sad news on this sad day of many bombs!
Why Mumbai? In the land of the Hindus.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Horror Of The War
Of night How long time it has been you and me were best friends
I can't imagine even you've changed your face
How long time every day wiped away my pain
But last night even you became a strange
Oh night you were my best friend
Even you became so cruel how strange
What's wrong the world all have changed
Ah world humanity from you is lost how a unbearable reality
The horror of the dreary war surrounding everywhere rendering sullen vain strain
Everywhere the sounds of the bombs
The mortality voice of war is shouting through the darkness of the night covering. All around
Oh night what a horror I can't bear all this pain the ugly sound of the guns and bombs what's wrong with the world
The voices of bombs through the gloomy night are destroying me inside
The echoes of terrible woes of the war are gazing at the dark like a devil
Everywhere no sign of life
No sign of humanity at the darkness is lost
What a unbearable heart pain the world is lost
I heard her voice at the dark
She was there all alone
All her lover ones have had gone
At the darkness through the ugly silent of the might
I heard her voice she were there all alone
Has she lost her mind she was crying and talking with her dead mother what a unbearable heartache
She was calling everyone looking for help
Oh poor girl humanity is dead even her father refused to come there
And told her just wait till the morning ill be there
What a world I can't bear living all these heartache
I know tomorrow will be so late
Just praying for her to be found when tomorrow comes
Oh god you may help her to stay alive
Oh you night even you changed your face
I know after today nothing will be the same even our friendship is dead.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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And The Band Played On
Sweetest angel came down
Took me by the hand
Said Ive got things to offer you
Help you understand
If the bombs dont get you
Ill roll with you tonight
All these things inside your head
Youve got to get it right
And the band played on
Spirits of the city
Were calling out my name
When jealous guys break down and cry
They got themselves to blame
If the bombs dont get you
Take courage in the night
All those dreams inside your head
Youve got to get it right
Still the band played on
And the band played on
The room was getting hotter
And someone hit the light
There was power in the darkness
There was violence in the night
And the golden sons and daughters
They were coming up for air
You were standing with your back to me
And a halo round your hair
And the questions there were many
Like how can you survive
When its the moment
Youve been waiting for
This is the moment of your life
So every dreamer pass me by
With a fix me jesus stare in his eyes
I was born to live
I was born to die
With the queen of soul
And the king of light
All the power in the land
Pull me through to the shadowland
I was driven by some hidden hand
Its the greatest gift of all
And the band played on
Shake the ghost within you
Get up, meet up, the rising sun
Cos the old days theyre the dying days
And the new days just begun
At the end of every party
Hear the singer sing his song
May his heart stay young forever
And the dream still lingers on
I want to die
I want to live again
I want to keep on keeping on
They say a coward dies a thousand times
But the brave they die just once
So walk to me, talk to me
Hold me now spectre of love
Theres a coolness under fire
And a universal love
And the band played on
Played on, played on
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song performed by by Simple Minds
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Insignificance
Vedder
All in all its no ones fault. excuses turn to carbon walls.
Blame it all on chemical intercourse.
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight
Irrelevance.
The full moon is dead skin. the one down heres wearing thin.
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in.
Like a ball thats spinning.
Bombs dropping down overhead. on the ground.
Its instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
turn the jukebox up, he said. dancing in irreverence.
Play c-3. let the song protest.
The plates began to shift. perfect lefts come rolling in.
I was alone and far away, hey. when I heard the band start playing.
On the lip they take off.
Bombs dropping down overhead. underground.
Its instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
Feel like resonance of distance. in the blood the iron lies.
Its instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
Oh, in our insignificance, oh.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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