Hekata
Stuck in jails and prisons,
In the name of inhumane prison systems around us;
But being willingly to serve others without payment is like,
The muse of Hekata!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jails and prisons are the complement of schools; so many less as you have of the latter, so many more must you have of the former.
quote by Horace Mann
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Prison System
Look at the men and women in our prison systems today,
They are put under miserable conditions which are much wicked than the slavery days!
But when will they live productive and joyful lives like others?
They are being locked behind bars and their rights are taken awy from them,
While others commit suicide as a welcomje relief;
And we all know the evil that goes on behind the walls of the prisons.
No one cares,
Because the system itself is very evil!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Men Who Stuck To Me
They were men of many nations, they were men of many stations,
They were men in many places, and of high and low degree;
Men of many types and faces, but, alike in all the races,
They were men I met in trouble, and the men who stuck to me.
Some were friends, but most were strangers; some were weary world-wide rangers;
Some in freedom were in prison, and in prison some were free,
Oh, I have a vivid vision of the men I met in prison—
In the craving for tobacco they were men who stuck to me.
Some I never met and never knew their great but vain endeavour,
For my sake! And some were old mates whom I never more may see;
Never heard me, some I talked with; never saw me, some I walked with;
Blind and deaf, and dumb and foreign were the men who stuck to me.
“Yes, I’ll stick!” the words most human, be the trouble man or woman;
Stick with money or without it, and whoever you may be;
Right or wrong—in drink or sadness—“stick” in sanity or madness—
Such as these, the men I stuck to, and the men who stuck to me.
Ah! we see not in our blindness that the world is full of kindness,
Kindness to make full atonement for all evil that there be;
Oh! my life was deadly fateful, but my heart was always grateful,
And I send this song at Christmas to the men who stuck to me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Jails and prisons are designed to break human beings, to convert the population into specimens in a zoo - obedient to our keepers, but dangerous to each other.
quote by Angela Davis
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Stuck In A House (old poem revisited)
Stuck in a house thinking of a girl... my house
Wondering if one day she'd be my spouse
No matter what I do I can't douse
This fire in me, it burns for you
I hope you share it too
O my dear
I wish you were here
This time I have no fear
Not this time
Not this time I'm one who's fine
But I; 'm stuck behind this wall
It's like I'm not here at all
But this prison away from you... my prison
It's just a house right?
Then why isn't there comfort on this cold night...
Sure it's my house, but then why is it so lonely
Sure it's just a house but it's my prison and I'm waiting for you only
poem by David Knox
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Beyond Our Prison Walls
our prisons are too many
the penalties imposed upon us
are heavy
everything is passed from one mouth
to another
this prison of tradition
and what we have are just kettles and
ladles
a few spoons and some
crooked forks
some moldy fats of pork
and hardened bread like bricks
upon our walls and rooms
i am tired of those other prisons
handed to us and
well kept by our respect for what
is old
the mind is the prison
and thoughts and imagination are our wings to our well deserved freedom
we do not deserve this
weakness this self imposed defeat
we are not worms
we butterflies and all these fragile wings
shall take us
beyond the tops of molded hills
beyond us
our better selves
our very own proclamations that we are not the children and heirs
of gods
but that we too
are godly creatures with divinity in our hearts
our sacrileges tattooed on our skins and bones
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We are losing our living systems, social systems, cultural systems, governing systems, stability, and our constitutional health, and we're surrendering it all at the same time.
quote by Paul Hawken
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Many countries persecute their own citizens and intern them in prisons or concentration camps. Oppression is becoming more and more a part of the systems.
quote by Alva Myrdal
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Two prisons
The world, I say, is a prison,
Where men and women,
Are kept to serve its jailor,
After completing their term,
They will be sent one by one
To another prison.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Unconventional
What is
is what isn't,
isn't it?
Yes
entirely. Indeed,
in deeds money stays
green
against the black feeling
Time is on our side
are we fighting something?
You ask many
Questions
And when rivers flow
to outer waters
they
flow within
themselves
Being what stars
lit the path
in writing for
them to be
There is no problem
about the accident.
He was never
behind me
and I
see through your safe-guard,
windows.
Reboot such
thoughts across a field
of wild women
Just as if the first
Sin never happened
They are free from
Prisons
or
Free in prisons
Imprisoned in prison
creates prisms of
complex
No need-
Run, just run.
poem by Malcolm McGill
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Some Prisons Don't Have Walls
As I walk down this busy street
I think about your leaving
How my life may never be the same
I know I should be planning ways
To enjoy this endless freedom
Losing you has put my heart in chains.
Darling, some prisons don't have walls
Your memory won't let me go at all
I found no way out since you've been gone
Some prisons don't have walls.
Every night I turn the tv on
To break the sound of silence
For a while it takes you off my mind
Just when I feel over you reality surrounds me.
There I am right back doing time.
Darling, some prisons don't have walls
Your memory won't let me go at all
I found no way out since you've been gone
Some prisons don't have walls...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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What Is It To Be 'Stuck' In Life?
WHAT IS IT TO BE 'STUCK’ IN LIFE?
What is it to be ‘stuck’ in life?
To be unable to get out of the prison one is in?
To see no way out except the way one has tried and failed with many times before?
No light.
What is it to be unable to move?
To feel lost
To believe no change possible?
What is it to despair in life?
What is to be stuck in life all one’s life
And repeat again and again
The same mistakes?
Here I am forty- five years later
Trying to write a dream true
And unable to.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Jails For Profit
If the Americans can have jails for profit, why can't we?
Is there any way we could get our politicians to agree?
Because it is extremely expensive to keep a man in jail,
And there must be a cheaper way to do it in great detail.
Why do we call them correctional facilities instead of jails
Is it our early release system, the good food or our easy bails?
Is there something we need to know to improve our organization?
The huge expense, the overcrowding without an explanation.
Why is this subject so shunned by our comfortable politicians?
Unfortunately we have Trudeau’s Charter and soft conditions,
Without referendums or recall so nothing will be done,
Can’t have jails for profit and no questions please, so they won.
Dec 20th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Willingly
When I was just a young boy
My mama said to me
Dont fall in love willingly
Now that is all forgotten
Unwilling memory
But if you change your mind
I will walk the line
Ill follow....
Willingly
We used to talk about it
But now it seems the wind has blown your way
And I have come to doubt it
That you and I will ever love again
cause good enough is one thing
That I will never be
And I admit it all
Willingly
And now the times are changing
The things Ive seen before dont look the same
My life is rearranging
But falls apart with whispers of your name
And though I swear to love you
With all sincerity
Ill slowly fade away
Willingly
The sun is on my shoulders
Perhaps its colder for Ive lost some pride
Or maybe its the absence
Of all the joy I felt right by your side
And when the storm was over
I found your memory
And I will hold it warm
Willingly
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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The heavenly Prison
Your dark skin, Nita, is my prison,
Beyond which I don’t see any beam.
Your wordless words are its lock
Beyond which I don’t hear any din.
There are like me many prisoners,
Who serve in you for a life time,
Whereas I shall till death takes me.
That the freedom is heaven
Is disproved by your prison.
22.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For The Sake Of Love
I am the muse that speaks and the carnal mind is around too,
But my love to you is like the sweet potaotes!
For in it you will find the teaches about self control.
The vessels are fine and my muse is ready,
With words from the nosological relatives around;
But, i will paddle my own canoe for the sake of love.
The riddle of this muse and the rhythm of the blues,
The fiddle of the fields and the songs of love,
Like the digestive systems of man;
But the ruminants are like the surgical stapler.
Oh, what's love got to do?
Somewhere, anywhere, nowhere!
Cain hated Abel and i loved you;
But to cogitate is to love you all the way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Will Survive!
They are working around against me,
But i will survive! ! !
And like th epeace of my muse;
But, what you need around is inside me.
If i rule the world,
There will be no prisons! !
For, love is the key about life;
And like the muse of joy in the land of peace.
I will survive! ! !
And you will see me around with the words of love;
For love is the key about life,
And like the beauty of the rainbow up high in the sky!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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UFObia
The same folks who do not believe
Life can exist on other planets
In this vast universe
Are the same folks who accept
Making regular visitations
To prisons and jails to view relatives
Caged like animals
At taxpayer expense
While real crooks and thieves
Deceive their consciousness
On a daily basis
For free
And they don't even see them either
Although their acceptance is allowed
Costing them their quality of life
Which has been invaded and degraded
With far less attention given
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Influence Of Circumstances
We raise what is planted.
We reap what is sown.
We harvest to eat what is cooked.
And these trite expressions,
Go on and on...
As we visit our ailments,
Whether they are locked up...
In jails or prisons,
OR taken to our doctors...
To be cured of them or hospitalized.
And still to this very day,
There are folks who will not admit but deny quickly...
Their direct involvement in their own aches and pains.
To confess emphatically,
Of a doing of the best that they could do...
'Under the influence of circumstances'.
And yet express regret,
They often mention to attempt to forget...
It had been those same circumstances,
They had been warned by others to avoid or experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willingly
Willingly I gave you my heart
and watched as you trample it into the ground.
You said that all was fair in love and war,
but I wasn’t out to do battle with any kindred soul.
I gave my love willingly,
you took it readily,
and soon as my back was turned,
you began to play around.
You made our love a battleground
with your cheating and lies.
You think it didn’t notice
and you wouldn’t get the blame.
I can’t walk out on you
and you know the reason why.
You are that love of my lifetime
and if you go, I’ll surely die.
So willingly, I put up with all
the misery you give to me.
Hoping every day,
you’ll see the error in your ways
and you will stop hurting me
just as willingly.
30 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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