Sonnet- Help me God
0 Lord, help me in my present crusade,
Against the tyrannies of injustice;
Everywhere, 'tis the Evil-cavalcade,
That threatens the weak framework of justice.
I shall not slumber until I succeed,
To wake up the hearts of ignorant poor;
In my efforts, may be, I must exceed,
To try all methods, and knock every door.
This lovely earth has but gone to Dogs;
The Righteous men bear the brunt of torture;
The Rich turn richer, eat worser than hogs;
For the downtrodden poor, where's the future?
Help me, O Lord, to wade across rough seas,
Let this World turn better or forthwith cease.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Rich and the Poor
The rich become richer and the poor poorer;
This is the way in which this world goes on!
Men may become suddenly rich, not born;
A rich man turns suddenly a beggar.
The few pennies are snatched off from the poor;
The brunt of taxes are but borne by them;
They can’t make both ends meet by any sum;
The rich hoodwink the taxman- their brother!
Will the world treat people alike ever?
All men are born unequally today;
Yet, if it happens, ’twill be a wonder;
No matter what you do, things happen this way.
The rich become richer not by real work;
The poor become poorer though they hardwork!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Why Should God Love Me More?
Why should God love me more than a beggar?
Why should He prefer me to someone next?
Why does He give me errands much bigger?
His ways are strange and keeps me always vexed.
Where is God’s fairness when poor turn poorer?
Where is His justice when poor get disease?
Where is God’s fairness when rich get richer?
Where is His justice when Upright soon cease?
Yet, who are we to question the Master?
Our human eyes don’t see the way He sees;
He is the Giver and the One Taker;
He is the Omnipotent who decrees.
Let us not question all the things God does;
Lets do our duty without any fuss.
poem by John Celes
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Might is right
It is always the fact that might is right
They will go on till the end to fight
They may do it with the speed of light
They have the wisdom and long sight
Small insects kill smaller one
Big also kill little one and go on
It is complete cycle of exploitation
Everybody looses in turn and in rotation
So if rich rule the scene then nothing wrong
Not all can be in race and come along
It is sheer coincidence that mighty rule
Otherwise not all the people are fool
Person with abundance can sustain losses
He may have no regret even if looses
This gives them little advantage
Rest all feel confined to cage
Once you are under domination you are bound to suffer
You may have no rights other than to differ
So poor remain poor and rich gets richer
Poor remain suppressed for times to come
Rich are dominating and always welcome
Corruption has engulfed poor and rich alike
Everybody is influenced and affected with hike
No one wants to remain as poor like
Rich too wants not to become poor and dislike
This is tendency that we feel pity for poor
We have seen them knocking the door
But it is the system that will remain forever
Even if God descends on earth it will be there
If you have same system with no discrimination
No one may work and develop alienation
They will feel free with passing of responsibility
Here comes then the end of clear and distinct ability
If you have system with loop holes anybody will escape
No one can restrict the temptation or put the cap
Only the poor fail to emerge for the want of resources
The powerful emerge and re-emerge with full force
The oppression part is little disturbing
No one can force or go on curbing
No one can be forced to undergo torture
Even God has made it very sure
The rich may have disliking for poor
Poor to may have tendency to show exit door
It has been clash of time for centuries and very old
No one can buy it or arguments can be sold
Lord may wish so for all His children
He may even grant the same blessing even
Yet that difference may remain and even if not
The needless wars might not have been fought
The human beings may create it to rule
They make use of all available tools
Rich may tackle poor and poor may tackle down trodden
As the system remains same with all the odds even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Psalm 37
The righteous man has little
And the wicked they are rich
But the Lord upholds His children
And the blind fall in a ditch
It seems that many prosper
And the righteous go unseen
But the Lord He sees in secret
And our hearts He washes clean
The Lord upholds the righteous
The wicked turn night to day
Their time is at an end
Like smoke, they shall blow away
The righteous they show mercy
And every one of their steps are planned
And though they fall, yet not forever
He upholds them with His hand
I once was young but now am old
Yet I have never begged for bread
He is faithful now and evermore
The Lord of the living and dead
Now if you wait upon the Lord
You shall inherit the land
You shall walk in peace and loving joy
And in His presence you shall stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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Psalm 10
Arise oh God and lift up your hand
For all around the wicked do stand
Like a lion in the den, they secretly wait
Crouched at the door, waiting at the gate
To devour the just and destroy without cause
To oppress the poor and all without pause
And no appeal to the wicked can make them budge
They neither consider their end, nor consider the Judge
Who is the Lord and King forever
And who holds time in His hand
It you Lord, bringing justice to the fatherless
And causing the righteous to stand
And on that day, when the Lord takes His place
The wicked will hide, they will cover their face
And they will cry out ' we were ignorant you see'
Yet forever in darkness they forever shall be
poem by Frank McEleny
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Tears of the poor
Tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich.
Shedding of blood
Rich man's headache,
Poor men's justice.
Water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish,
Fire is the only solution
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is lover's desire
Poor men's unbearable pain.
Din is the only right choice
To put forth your demand.
Dew is the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and the king,
Morning is the 1st step
Of that poor men's sufferings.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Lovely Day
when troubles come my way
i look to you and everything's ok
when help seems to disappear
i look to you and then its all so clear
when hard nights turn into hard days.
how i long to seek your face.
when blue skies turn to gray
i look to you and then i know its gonna be a
it's gonna be a lovely day
when i wake up in the morning, lord
and the sun light hurts my eyes
and something without warning, lord
bears heavy on my mind
then i look to you (then i look to you)
and the world's alright with me (and the world is alright)
just one look to you
and i know its gonna be (its gonna be)
i think its gonna a lovely day
[chorus]
(a lovely day)lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day [4x]
when the day that lies ahead of me
seems impossinle to face
when someone else instead of me
always seems to know the way you know thats when i look to you
then i look to you and the worlds alright (and the world's alright with me)
then i look to you and the world is alright with me
just one look to you( just one look to you and i know its gonna be)
(just one look to you) just one look to you and i know it's gonna be
( and i know its gonna be) i think its gonna be a lovely day
[chorus]
(a lovely day) lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day [4x]
when i wake up in the morning lord and the sun light hurts my eyes
and something without warning lord you know that it bears heavy on my mind.
when the day that lies ahead of me seems impossible to face,
and theres someone else instead of me always seems to know the way
then i look to you and the world is alright (and the world is alright with me)
then i look to you and the world is alright with me
j
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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The Tears Of The Poor Man
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tears of the poor man (alternative version)
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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From The Pulpit To The Pew
Fill us with your power Lord, from the pulpit to the pew,
Reach down and touch all of those whom you foreknew.
Move back into our hearts Lord and push all our wills aside,
Allow The Spirit to take over, as He's the One who lives inside.
Thank you for The Holy Spirit Lord, who you sent down from above,
Let Him speak to our hearts about Christ's compassion and His Love.
Please Lord, as a church put us back on that narrow but right track,
And forgive us for knowing so much, while we simply turn our back.
The power to change everyone is in The Word and in your name,
We need to share The Word, as many are ignorant of God, to our shame.
Please change our shame into examples, like those you once did send,
Help us to reach out with boldness Lord, to our family and a friend.
You saved us for this purpose Lord, at the moment of our salvation,
To go out and preach The Gospel to every person, tribe, and nation.
The early church made such an impact with this single state of mind,
Christ's return was so real; they dare not leave anyone left behind.
Please wake us out of our slumber, for a world that's truly in need,
For His coming is now nearer then when we first heard and believed.
So please reach down and touch us Lord, all whom you foreknew.
We need your power for this purpose Lord, from the pulpit to the pew.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
Psalm 35
You are a shield to me oh Lord
You are the salvation of my soul
May my enemies be as chaff before the wind
And rain on their heads fires of coal
Let all who rise up against you
And those who seek my life
Flee before the angel of the Lord
They are purveyors of misery and strife
My soul rejoices in your justice
And I cry ' who is like unto you'
You see the distress of the poor and needy
Nothing is hidden from your view
Lord I have wept over my enemies heart
Yet they reward me evil for good
I fasted for them when they were sick
Yet they consumed me like devils food
How long oh Lord will you look on
As the evil sweeps in with the tide
Will you move your hand to stay the flood
Or shall I take to the cave and hide
Oh Lord I hear nothing, all is silence
And you seem to be far from me
My enemies rejoice at my falling
Oh Lord, can you not see?
Let them shout for joy and be glad
who favor the righteous cause
May you be high and lifted up
So we hear men and angels applause
poem by Frank McEleny
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Call It Evil (demo)
I've been around watching little late shows
Drink a lot of beer
Like playing cards with my friends
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door, Yeah!
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Going to get as my babe.
It goes knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Playing sopwith in the back of my head
What you trying to be crazy?
People look at me, they look at me, but you're dead
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, come on
Knock-knock-knock-knock, one more
Knock-knock-knock-knock
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Sonnet: When Heaven Answers
What happens when innocent blood is shed,
And crimes happen against the downtrodden?
What happens when a great leader is dead,
By sweat of farmer's brow, field is sodden?
What happens when denied is justice long,
And cries of anguished hearts are heard by God?
What happens when there rings a plaintive song
Of persecution profound to the Lord?
What happens when the poor afflicted die,
Of hunger, thirst, disease, ill-luck, fate, strife?
What happens when the evil minds all lie,
To take revenge or take away one's life?
Across the Sky, a Rainbow of Hope spreads;
Heaven's punishment rains on evil heads.
poem by John Celes
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Hollywood Holiday
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Knockin On Heavens Door
I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the pjs
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom ima get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the american dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it yall could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I cant shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like Im knockin on the heavens door
To biggie smalls and tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Hip hop
To freaky ty and big heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Yeah
And to the princess aaliyah
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my brother big pun
Terror squad
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Oh lord, oh lord
Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, lord
I cant shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like Im knockin on the heavens door
So sing along street children
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To the god, fred jordan, were
And put the fugees on
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my people doin time
Were
Locked up
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Crypts and bloods, latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
Im asking yall please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my people in the twin tower
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
And to my soldiers in the pentagon
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
New york
New york
New york
New york
New york
Mama
To my people in the streets
Im talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh lord
To my brothers thats on the corner
Oh god
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heavens door
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Knockin On Heavens Door
I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the pjs
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom ima get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the american dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it yall could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I cant shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like Im knockin on the heavens door
To biggie smalls and tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Hip hop
To freaky ty and big heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Yeah
And to the princess aaliyah
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my brother big pun
Terror squad
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Oh lord, oh lord
Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, lord
I cant shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like Im knockin on the heavens door
So sing along street children
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To the god, fred jordan, were
And put the fugees on
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my people doin time
Were
Locked up
Knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
Crypts and bloods, latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
Im asking yall please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
To my people in the twin tower
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
And to my soldiers in the pentagon
Were knock, knock, knockin on the heavens door
New york
New york
New york
New york
New york
Mama
To my people in the streets
Im talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh lord
To my brothers thats on the corner
Oh god
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heavens door
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Rich In Our Own World
We are rich in our own world
and far richer than you think,
we are rich love and caring
from our family and friends.
We are rich in what we give
our wisdom and our laughter
that we share with everyone.
We are rich for all sorts of reasons
and none of them includes money.
If you think, you are poor,
forget it and think again.
Think of all the things you have
and you will be surprised to find
you are far richer than you think.
You are rich in your own world
with everything you have
and they are far richer than
anything money can bring.
14 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Psalm 72
As long as the sun and moon endure
You'll bring justice and peace to the poor
Oppression and violence shall be no more
When you step down O Lord
Your mercy shall fall like rain on the grass
Gods people shall no longer shout out ' alas'
Your dominion and glory shall come to pass
When you step down O Lord
The righteous shall flourish and stand in that day
And with all of their heart shall cry out and say
I will follow you Lord all of the way
When you step down O Lord
Your name shall continue your work it was done
For when you stepped down it was victory you won
And we know that your glory has only begun
When you step down O Lord
poem by Frank McEleny
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Sonnet: God’s the Difference!
The stress of work is telling on my health;
The indifference around seems depressing;
The righteous can’t accrue a decent wealth;
The world believes in lies/ truth-suppressing.
The rich grow richer, cheating poorer ones;
The poor turn poorer, exploited by rich;
Society moves by rule of modern guns;
Cricket results depend on ‘ball and pitch’!
The journey for the masses is uphill;
The upright suffer unimaginably;
With time, men lose their body strength and will;
Can good and evil live amicably?
If you won’t help me God, then who else will?
If you don’t heal my soul, I’m always ill!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-6-2006
poem by John Celes
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Property is not the sacred right. When a rich man becomes poor it is a misfortune, it is not a moral evil. When a poor man becomes destitute, it is a moral evil, teeming with consequences and injurious to society and morality.
quote by Lord Acton
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