strikes, riots and arson
will not resurrect
those killed
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I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.
quote by Paddy Ashdown
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When the Industrial Revolution of the nineteenth century brought a rapid increase in wealth, the demand of workers for a fair share of the wealth they were creating was conceded only after riots and strikes.
quote by John Boyd Orr
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Soccer riots kill at most tens. Intellectuals' ideological riots sometimes kill millions.
quote by John McCarthy
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When I have been asked during these last weeks who caused the riots and the killing in L.A., my answer has been direct and simple: Who is to blame for the riots? The rioters are to blame. Who is to blame for the killings? The killers are to blame.
quote by Dan Quayle
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When I have been asked during these last weeks who caused the riots and the killing in L.A., my answer has been direct and simple Who is to blame for the riots The rioters are to blame. Who is to blame for the killings The killers are to blame.
quote by Dan Quayle
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The Los Angeles riots were not caused by the Rodney King verdict. The Los Angeles riots were caused by rioters.
quote by Rush Limbaugh
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I Killed The Cat
damn i killed the cat
i can't believe it
a well placed kick killed
the cat yet no remorse
wait is that a smile
yea peaceful nights now
you waking up for cats yea
but no its not your life to take
you killed a living thing
it only a cat
there no where near extinction
so you have no problem
no the kids loved it
how do i explain it to them
ooh bury it and say it ran away
but they will be sad
sad! what sad face never killed
no one but my boot did
it collided in its tiny skull
it moaned till it pass
my god i killed the cat
i killed the cat
poem by Robert Roberts
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From Greece To Rome (Part Two)
it took the civil rights movement,
the women's movement,
and the laborer's movement...
led by such as Cesar Chavez,
Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
James Baldwin, Maya Angelou,
just to mention a few.
imprisonment, beatings, marches,
and many are dead now,
sacrificed to the cause.
JFK warned of secret societies,
wanted to pull out of Vietnam...
his brother Bobby stood up
for justice against the wheel...
both killed by the machine.
over 40,000 killed in Vietnam,
riots in the cities of America.
Nixon lied, America fell into stupor,
and those who believed
became part of the masses.
yet now, a turn for the worse!
/continued/
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Robert Kennedy
Robert Kennedy killed...
Sirhan acting, (alone?)
hypnotic mind control trance...
stood up to the Mafia!
told LBJ he knew the truth...
stood up to J Edgar Hoover,
and you couldnt do that...
race riots, war protests,
Vietnam machine rolled on...
how many dead?
who pulled the trigger?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Circles
We resurrect ourselves
time and time again
from the pits we fall in.
We climb back out
mind refreshed to start
the whole process again.
Each time we encounter a problem
the ones that we cannot solve
we fall from grace
and have to resurrect
ourselves time and again
just to ensure we carry on.
An ever-increasing circle
that makes our life go round.
One day we will say stop
this is the end of the line
at least for us
and want to get off.
18 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Across The Lines
Across the lines
Who would dare to go
Under the bridge
Over the tracks
That seperates whites from blacks
Choose sides
Or run for your life
Tonight the riots begin
On the back streets of America
They kill the dream of America
Little black girl gets assaulted
Ain't no reason why
Newspaper prints the story
And racist tempers fly
Next day it starts a riot
Knives and guns are drawn
Two black boys get killed
One white boy goes blind
Across the lines
Who would dare to go
Under the bridge
Over the tracks
That seperates whites from blacks
Choose sides
Or run for your life
Tonight the riots begin
On the back streets of America
They kill the dream of America
Little black girl gets assaulted
Don't no one know her name
Lots of people hurt and angry
She's the one to blame
Across the lines
Who would dare to go
Under the bridge
Over the tracks
That seperates whites from blacks
Choose sides
Or run for your life
Tonight the riots begin
On the back streets of America
They kill the dream of America
song performed by by Tracy Chapman from Tracy Chapman
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Video Killed The Radio Star
I heard you on my wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh-a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
Oh-a-oh
I met your children
Oh-a-oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Wow
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember, the jingles used to go,
Oh-a-oh
You were the first one
Oh-a-oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Cause in my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
To far!
Alright
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Cause in my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
So put all the blame on VCR
You are the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed that radio star yes it did
song performed by by Offspring
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Rely on fate
A snake is killed for being a threat.
A rat is killed for being a menace.
A goat is killed for being a prey.
Anyone is killed by an accident.
Health and goodness will not save you.
28.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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(I'm Gonna) Burn Your Playhouse Down
I've got an achin' in my heart
Arson on my mind
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down
I've got a badly broken heart
I've bad it from the start
You're giving me the run around
Now if you play with fire
It's a-sure to burn
I've beard this all of my life
Go on, be on your way, I've bad my say
Well honey, I'm through with you for life
You'll find I'm there's one in every yard
I'm getting mighty tired
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down
Now don't pretend that this is the end
'Cause this time we're really through
While you were runflin' 'round
Burning up the town
I was settin' a trap for you
I've got an achin' in my heart
Arson on my mind
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down.
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Burn Your Playhouse Down
I've got an achin' in my heart
Arson on my mind
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down
I've got a badly broken heart
I've bad it from the start
You're giving me the run around
Now if you play with fire
It's a-sure to burn
I've beard this all of my life
Go on, be on your way, i've bad my say
Well honey, i'm through with you for life
You'll find i'm there's one in every yard
I'm getting mighty tired
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down
Now don't pretend that this is the end
'cause this time we're really through
While you were runflin' 'round
Burning up the town
I was settin' a trap for you
I've got an achin' in my heart
Arson on my mind
I'm gonna burn your playhouse down.
song performed by by Proclaimers
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The Nurse's Watch
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn'
The moon it shines,
My darling whines;
The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer
The sick both far and near.
God knoweth all;
Mousy nibbles in the wall;
The clock strikes one:--like day,
Dreams o'er thy pillow play.
The matin-bell
Wakes the nun in convent cell;
The clock strikes two:--they go
To choir in a row.
The wind it blows,
The cock he crows;
The clock strikes three:--the wagoner
In his straw bed begins to stir.
The steed he paws the floor,
Creaks the stable door;
The clock strikes four:--'tis plain
The coachman sifts his grain.
The swallow's laugh the still air shakes,
The sun awakes;
The clock strikes five:--the traveler must be gone,
He puts his stockings on.
The hen is clacking,
The ducks are quacking;
The clock strikes six:--awake, arise,
Thou lazy hag; come, ope thy eyes.
Quick to the baker's run;
The rolls are done;
The clock strikes seven:--
'Tis time the milk were in the oven.
Put in some butter, do,
And some fine sugar, too;
The clock strikes eight:--
Now bring my baby's porridge straight.
poem by Clemens Maria Brentano
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Sebastian: She killed him. She held a pillow over his face and I held his legs. She killed Alexander Lester. She killed Boris Lester. Poisoned him with mushrooms and let him die. She killed that poorly... [CRIES] She killed that boy so that we could be together. I thought I loved her.
line from Lady Macbeth by Alice Birch (2016)
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Sonnet- The World Is Still Uncivilized
Jumps a woman, in her husband’s pyre!
People called it the practice of ‘sati’;
When women are doused alive, set afire
What is the stage of today’s society?
In orgies and arson, the world today,
Takes away the lives of more innocents;
And emotions high, leads to violence;
So treacherous life seems each day, some way.
And men are killed in cold-blood in daylight;
This world does not seem civilized as yet;
Where is our liberty and human rights?
Man behaves worse than animals, I bet.
Can we remove these evils in some way?
Lord, show us in future, a better day
poem by John Celes
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The Mind
There rings the bell
The dream strikes hard
Awakening the girl
A dream so bad
There comes joy
The thoughts strike hard
Happy is the boy
In the end gets mad
There goes hope
Night strikes hard
Man hangs on a rope
A story so sad
There sounds the gun
Day dream strikes hard
The woman can't run
Just waits for the blood
There comes war
The life strikes hard
All on the floor
In the red liquid flood.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Little Hope Was Arson
Documentary
from Little Hope Was Arson (2013)
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