Astonishment
You are wounded,
You are mourning,
And astonishment has taken hold of you!
For your people are all dead in Libya.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Song For Libya
My prayers are with you people of lybia
I know that you all have to fight everiday for survival
But somebody loves you also because he made you people of Libya
And his name is God
Also don't give up hope every single day
Believe in what you believe people of Libya
Eventhough you are crying people of libya
I can still hear you all crying
I even know that life is not easy people of lybia
But you all have to go on with life
Also life is precious
If there is anything that I cando people of lybia
Don't hesitate to call me
And remember that you can always count on me people of Libya
Because I will arrive any time you need me
Even if it is during the Winter, Summer, Spring, or Fall
I also understand what you are going through people of Libia
Because everybody's road to hell is different
poem by Aldo Kraas
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In the Wilderness
The sea patrol,
Please bring out the dead in Libya! !
For the hair and the body are like the high-heel girls;
But in the wilderness are they gone too soon,
So try to bring out the dead for burial.
Bombs and bullets of war!
We are still seeing what is going on in Libya! !
But in the wilderness in search of the dead bodies is your mission;
So try to bring our the dead for a peaceful burial.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Yasmin's Revolution
Yasmin's Revolutiuon,
It started in Tunisia and it spread over the Arab World!
With the chanting of the youths bringing down the Dictators;
But what i see now in Libya is like bombs falling down from heaven! !
And Gaddafi claims to win the war,
But the war songs are now destroying everything in Libya! !
My mouth will speak wisdom;
However, the meditation of my heart will bring forth understanding!
For the world gathers today against Libya,
And there is no sign for the 'African Unity' (AU) .
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Light Of Glory
Voices of the living
Faces of the dead
Shadows of their souls
In my head
Spirits walking
to the light of glory
looking down
on a world in mourning
Mourning for the living
not the dead
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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As has been pointed out with Libya, the debate over Libya, sometimes we allow diplomatic relations with imperfect regimes because progress can best be made through engagement instead of isolation.
quote by Earl Blumenauer
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Spared
Spared, raps, rapes, drapes, reaps, pea, peas, sea, pears;
They misled you and overcame you! !
And you were bounded in the hands of your enemies;
But this war in Libya is now spreading all over the land.
Spared, spear, ear, dare, dear, read, era, are, pare, pared;
And like the way bombs are being dropped out every now and then,
For the rebels are now catching up the strong holds of Libya!
And the news is all over the radio and T.V.
Spared, spread, pear, sear, sad, pad, rape, drape, reap, rap;
And like the noise of the bullets being heard here and there in Libya!
But somebody spared the life of his relative,
And many crossed over to the neighbouring countries nearby.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wounded
Well theres a whole lot of hurting being going on
Well Ive been wounded, wounded, wounded
This aint no way to be carrying on
You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
Im taken like a stone
That youve thrown in the deep blue sea
Giving me the scars that will never heal
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Over The Dead Body
Don’t fight over the dead body
Grudge and ego of people left behind
Could raise the worst world war
Don’t scared over the dead body
Silence and stillness of living human
Is more frightening than the ghost
Don’t keep mourning over the dead body
Sadness and lost of the one we love
Will be replaced by forever peace
Don’t worship over the dead body
Dreams could only be real and achieved
If we open our eyes to the world
Don’t disrespect over the dead body
It once belonged to precious life
Though the evidence corpse severely decayed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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When Will I Be Free?
When will i be free without these bombs around me?
When will i be free from these wars around me?
When will i be free without these dead bodies around me?
For the bullets and the bombs are killing my people in Libya!
And in don't know when they will be free from all these! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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As far as your Rifles Cover
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride,
You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?
When you've scattered the last of the farmer bands, and the war for a while is over,
You will hold the land – ay, you'll hold the land – the land that your rifles cover.
Till your gold has levelled each mountain range where a wounded man can hide,
Till your gold has lighted the moonless night on the plains where the rebels ride;
Till the future is proved, and the past is bribed from the son of the land's dead lover –
You may hold the land – you may hold the land just as far as your rifles cover.
poem by Henry Lawson
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China gets their oil from Libya. Why isn't China involved? They're going out spending billions of dollars a day on trying to take over the world economically. And we're spending billions and billions and billions of dollars on policing the world. Why isn't China involved with Libya? That - we don't get oil from Libya, China does.
quote by Donald Trump
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to Rose, ms. wounded
Rose, do not be lonely with your wounds,
do not cry,
there are too many wounded people in this world,
and as they are too many,
they have formed indeed a one
big, happy family
and their leader if you must know
is the most wounded of them all: Jesus Christ.
Join us then
in this celebration!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Odyssey Dawn Oil Lamp
rhetoric announces wise western alliance leaders
offered Gaddafi an oil empire olive branch peace
how do these esteemed leaders leading a United Nations
not know their attacks give satisfy glorify ego Gaddafi
an entire world the entire might of collective United Nations
can invade Libya but cannot defeat propaganda dictator Gaddafi
operation “Odyssey Dawn” is an ill chosen crafty hero’s name
does it indicate a planned ten year plus occupation like Iraq
history repeating western attack formula send into no fly zone aircraft
finally after restoring oil pumping infrastructure a golden egg awaits
Libya Arab oil Libya Arab oil for a decade administer prize war spoils
poem by Terence George Craddock (20 March 2011)
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I've got to worry about Alonzo Mourning, because a year or two ago there was a chance that Alonzo Mourning wouldn't be standing here talking to you. That's the cold reality of it.
quote by Alonzo Mourning
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Global Culture
A global culture is closing up on us,
But with lustful minds to kill mankind;
Yet still, they take up the Bible to calm us down.
When it is not a coup, it is war! !
And like what is now going on in Libya;
But with lustful minds to kill mankind!
Of a global culture,
But little things do mean a lot when you know the value;
And check out the life styles around you today,
For it si a mixture of righteous and evil!
The oil reserves are being bombed today in Libya,
And the dark mushroom clouds bring sadness on our faces;
But how many dead bodies are already recorded?
Of human beings and human identities,
But the global culture is what we know;
With global villages in the state ot our minds,
But quote it from the Torah and compare it with the modernizations around you.
Oh mankind! ! What have we done to ourselves on this earth?
Where is the missing link and, why the hatred? ! !
But the positive ones are never heard in times like this;
With the magnitudes of the negative one crowning the day!
But let us sit down and talk about it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dead And Broken
Too many things I've never spoken
I'm not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
That'll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
How many different faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
I'm dying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
Sorry to see that you're underestimated lately
I'd rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
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I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.
quote by Woody Allen
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I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.
quote by Woody Allen
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Mourning Pride
If just I could run away from you
Years, days, minutes all became the same
Since The day that we have met
The colors of the life are lost and tired in my mind
Nothng stood there the same
People colors and the friends
Everything and everyone I forgot
Mourning, for my pride nothimg can please my mind
Wounded my heart will cry
Forever the flame will stay
There where you and I oneday were
Lovers the promises of love will remain
Every while and while to give pain
Bleeding the heart and the pride
No peace again I will find
Till the day that I will die.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Burying He Dead Man
they are burying the dead today
a loved one
with Parkinson's disease
they all wear white and they look
all too well for the mourning
of the dead
they fly white balloons
they sing the songs for the dead
ah, the living knows
how to socialize an event
with all the metaphors
i am watching and i am sighing
asking 'what is the fuss about this empty shell? '
afraid that they will call another one a freak
i mix with the crowd and has become another unknown.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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