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Black Orpheus

Let us now praise famous men
I mean our black Orpheuses,
They have been blessed by Fama
And they now sing the antiphony
Of the Muses.
How I wished Fama knew me,
Perhaps I might be another Marley.
.
Like Pan lead his herd of cattle
Apollo I imploy you,
Bring to me mother Fama,
For it is no humour,
I also want to be famous.
.
I have thread and walked
Throuh the shadows of oblivion,
And I am tired of being called a nobody
It is time somebody also called me a somebody.
.
Hades, I beseach thee,
Let out the treasures that are hidden
Deep down your Tartarus,
For it is no sin,
I too want to be wealthy.
.
Dionysus, this day I entreat thee,
Give to me another touch of Midas
So I can build me a home,
That would know no decadence.
.
My cravings are not for wealth and money
But I break each time I see children crying every morning.
.
The needy, they are dying in penury,
Help me bring succur to those who are hungry.
We all live and die in vanity,
While Christ, whose father we all knew
Rules in heavenly.
And my country is never greedy,
The leaders, they only feed the ones
That have too much already..
.
Oh, what a pity!
We have made another Hell on earth,
Who can show me another hell if not here?
And Gaia, had not been too happy.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Church Will Steal Your Money

When I said the Church
Will steal your money;
Hypocrites stoop and
Say I'm greedy.
But I entreat thee
Consult thy memory
Who said my God
Is hungry?
He has all to His means
in Heavenly.
Legions of angels
At His bid and calling.
Your service should be
For humanity.
I mean the ones who
are needy.

Let us now look back
To the time of Christ
He never asked for
A dollar nor a dime,
He said,
Give out your wealth
to the suffering;
I mean the ones who
Are hungry.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Best Poets [Reprise]

The best poets are not born yet
Come to Africa, America, Asia;
There are poets of old; renown
Yet there are more unknown.
.
Wordsworth and Shakespeare differs
Soyinka and Clark are philosophers
Don't confuse Religion with Church
They are two seperate things
If no, you can tax your memory
Religion is our belief and how we
communicate with our God
God, our maker made us out of his own love.
But if that love has so deluded us
Then somthing must have gone wrong.
Today, the Church has become more of a business venture;
Pastors now fly on private jets;
Hungry children can't be fed.
.
Poetry, philosophy, and photography
Are all seperate things
If no, you can still ask your memory
They immortalize special moments
And leave the observer out in oblivion
But invention was no intention
to kill out oblivion
At the end, we shall forget them.
For this world is perfectly unfair.
.
Have you yet not heard?
The incidence that happened in Aluu
A community predominated by fools
Four innocent students were burnt
to their deaths
Right before their eyes they were made
to experience their worst fears; hell
Who said there should be another hell
after death?
Then God is not as merciful as they said
But that is not end of what I've said;
Four students were not given a chance
to prove their innocence;
In a matter of munites, that community
head had decided;
- Four innocents must be executed;
- Four innocents must be uncladded
- Four innocents must be bludgeoned
to their deaths
- Four innocents, must be burnt like I've said.
.
That day, angels wept
I never knew Lucifer could shed a tear.
Positions of leadership must not be
given to imbeciles,
For they will take their own anu*s
And use it to decide.
For how long will Nigeria
be cursed with its leaders?
This, I do not know
And Hell, well, Heaven, I still don't get it yet.
.
When I said the Church will steal
your money
I know hipocrites will say I'm greedy
But yet, you can still ask your memory
Who said my God is hungry
He has all to His means in Heavenly
Millions of angels at His bidding
Those alms should go to the needy
I mean the once who are hungry.
.
I have said times and times over time
I detest lines that rhyme
It gives too much humour to my thoughts
And my thoughts should be serious
Even tho' I now sound derilious.
.
When I said man have killed his God
I only meant man have killed his love
And love itself is an embodiment of our God
Without that love there would be no world.
.
O' dear uncle Hesiod
Who gave thou authority to keep Zeus
in Olympus
His world was ruled by his own sexual lust.
.
Listen, fellow Biafrans
They had won that war with our own
starvation.
Who said battles should be won
at the expense of others sorrows?
Together we pray and hope for a better tomorrow.
.
I had not asked God to give me a break
But today His world is ruled by hate.
If his world was made from love
Why did He bring Lucifer upon us?
.
Religion has become a bane of mankind
Love, in heart of man you can't find;
- Pastors will always ask for tithe;
- Bigots will always start a fight;
- Leaders will always tell a lie;
- Life is so frought with strife;
- Christ will always be by our side;
But then, we always walk out of His sight.
.
Where are those that call us black
monkeys?
They have come and gone with our
oil and money
But I swear I have also seen a white monkey.
.
Poems have been written by men
and women who carry
great thoughts with them,
These thoughts would suppress
And choke them to their deaths
Till they write it out in form of poems,
These people, they are, I call them poets.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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How much money do you need to be happy?

How much money do you need to be happy?
Poor man
How much money should you have to be happy?
Greedy man
How much money do you want to be happy?
Thrifty man
How many men would you corrupt to have money?
Gentleman
How many people would you kill to get money?
Coward man
How many children would you exploit to make money?
Hungry man
How many laws would you break to be rich?
Dishonest man
How many illegal ways would you use to be wealthy?
Weak man
How many lies would you tell to gather money?
Sick man
How many friends would you betray to get money?
Thirsty man
How much damage would you cause to make money?
Blind man
How much power do you need to be proud?
Mad man
How much power do you need to lead the crowd?
Bad man
How much power do you require to kick the world?
Ugly man
How much power do you need to be satisfied?
Selfish man
How much power do you need to be happy?
Sad man
How much hate do you want to be famous?
Wrong man
How much hate do you need to stop massacres?
Dwarf man
How much sorrow do you want to love the other?
Fool man
How much misery do-you want to be happy?
Crazy man

poem by Bouche Cousue
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Bring It On

I been betrayed, cause I been away.
Why can't you ever see it my way?
C'mon baby, you know what I mean.
I been eleven years doin' long hard work,
We're finally getting' what we deserve.
I said, C'mon baby, I'm not to blame.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
It's a hell of way, you learn to live for the day,
If you choose it.
That's why I say now,
Take it from me, it's not like it seems,
Someday I'll give ya all that you need.
But a tense word, baby, you just gotta believe.
I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
You know I'm not much at home,
We live that danger zone,
But you knew it.
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone. Growl
Lead Break
The jealousy's got you too blind to see.
It ain't fair what you're doin' to me.
I say, c'mon baby, I'm tired of tryin' to please.
Lonely nights and cocaine highs,
If that don't getcha then you'll pay the price.
C'mon baby, that's all a part of me.
I say one night stands take a certain kind of man,
But we do it.
Lord, how we do it.
I'm not much at home, we live that danger zone,
That's why I say,
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.
Bring it on.
Bring it on.
I'll deal with trouble when I get home.
Bring it on, (Bring it on)
Bring it on.
I'd rather fight it than go it alone.-aca

song performed by by 38 Special
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Hell Awaits

[Backwards: "Join us" x times]
[Welcome back]

Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown

Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved

Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...

The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam

Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
The Lucifer controls

Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through

Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground

Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last

Warriors from Hell's Domain
Will bring you to your Death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved

Sacrifice the lives of all I know they
Soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell
and keep the fire growing deep inside
Hell awaits...

song performed by by Slayer from Hell Awaits
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Money In Africa

You the master of mankind
Long time from your hidden
Thee we prayed for
I chased you ran
Poor is waiting for you
UN need thou for peace
ECOWAS need thee for the west black
Some thee are God
everything thee are believe to
disaster thee brought

Calamity thou enjoy
'Daffou' alone
the workshop of poor soldiers
thee mankind fought
just to met thou in 'Daffou'
they pray for unstability
just to get thee in 'Daffou'

Africa the home of blood
thee thus calamity in sierra leone
the fell of Africa was thee
White continents thee blessed
Africa the fall

The best servant, but
a bad master
we prayed for thee
we called thee
they only number
die for peace
die for africa
if thee cant die
prostrate like leaves
from the market trees
flow to bring peace and
stability in africa

poem by alfusainey Sonko
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Wealthy Man Don't Hoard Your Money

Some one else will own your property when you are dead and gone
The day you die the World won't stop life it will carry on
You've made it big, you've reached the top, you're plutocratic kind
But wealthy guy you too must die and leave your wealth behind.

You came out of your mother free of guilt and evil sin
But now you're just a money hoarder like all other greedy men,
Your dreams of wealth have all come true you are now a millionaire
But moneyed man you too will die as sure as cows wear hair.

There's nothing wrong with money without money man can't live
But in a man there must be what is known as take and give
And just like all other greedy men you never give but take
And the more money you accumulate the more you want to make.

Wealthy man don't hoard your money, don't be scared to spend a pound
Or someone else will spend it for you when your bones rest underground
Everybody hates a miser, no one loves a greedy soul
And you too will be forgotten when you're placed in earthy hole.

poem by Francis Duggan
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To His Son, Vincent Corbet

What I shall leave thee none can tell,
But all shall say I wish thee well:
I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health;
Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee,
So much of either may undo thee.
I wish thee learning, not for show,
Enough for to instruct and know,
Not such as gentlemen require
To prate at table or at fire.
I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortunes, and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at court,
Not to build on, but support,
To keep thee, not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suffering any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Nor lazy nor contentious days;
And when thy soul and body part,
As innocent as now thou art.

poem by Richard Corbet
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A Poem Of Delirium

A poem of delirium
my lines, they're so delicious
even tho' I sound capricious
cook them, you can still eat them up
like a hotdog.
I hate dogs
they're all too barky
miss duckie, she's just too funky
oops! my phone's ringing
who's calling?
hello, it's mr. Longthing.
I don't know why,
my line's always tight
who wanna start a fight?
I've done this before
let me do it again
who can tell his own fate?
my song's always wrong.
I tease Jami
those guys at Germany
they're all so cranky and croppy
they think Jami's coming
she's always want me
she's just too busy
I left for Naomi
Naomi's just another Becky
I opt for Sandra
her dad's also a Midas
we live close in Nigeria
where leaders are also looters.
Tutuola;
he's a palmwine drinkard
he's lost his tapstar
our best tapper,
lets go to death's town together
for that, we must bring him back
and put death in his hell
this world's just another cell
my gush that makes me fret
I must reach my age before my death
you must tell that to them
the ones who have gone before
they have done us wrong.
Don't call this poetry
you can call it philosophy
poetry stinks like bigotry
I hate bigots
they're just a bunch of faggots
They'll tell you they fight for God
but I tell you God is love.
Why I hate photography
it leaves the observer out in oblivion
I wanna be famous
tho' now I sound delirious.
I kill me
I wanna burry me
tell that to Hades
I won't pay Kharon
he can only confine me in tartarus
but I'll tell him he's wrong.
Let's go to America
I'm tired of Africa
Obama is a leader
Jonathan should hear that
we don't need goodluck nor patience
we need excellence,
in government
leaders must learn from example
and avert any trouble.
Africa is a jungle
lets clear out the bushes
and build in new cities.
I've said before
God is love
let's not confuse Religion with Church
I know I'm black
that don't mean I'm bad
America you should hear that
we are not fraudsters
we are only hustlers
the others are criminals.
We should have a seminar
I should tell them I love Lavinia
she was also born in Somalia
I must keep her far from Jupiter.
we don't need a revolution
ours is still a young nation
that needs to be nurtured.
I don't want to be problematic
religious leaders are dogmatic.
A poem a day;
i write all I wanna say
I resign
not my design.
Let us kill hate
else we lie in state
I wanna have a date
with luck she won't be late
Why do I love Chidinma?
she was also born in Biafra
a preacher's daughter
I wanna take her to Jamaica
hope her mother don't get angry
she'll think it is funny
but this isn't Dante's comedy
and Beatrice, found her in purgatory
Virgil, please don't leave me
let's go to Heavenly
Christ, He will let us in.
Don't contemplate
there shouldn't be a debate
stretch out and wait
if you wanna rate,
I'm still the best
who wanna test?
I'll put them to rest
who would sign his own death?
Esther;
this isn't easter
she's a rose
my God, I'm gonna froze
she knows
I don't do dope
I'll buy her a ride
take her to the sky
angels will always fly
they'll never die.
I love Christ
for mankind He died
gave us life
He's my God
I love my God
I love you God.
Speak not miss
you've killed my dreams
I'll never take those pills
if I die, please don't cry
so tired, I wanna go to Christ
Christmas is just another birthday rite
lets celebrate Christ
he brought us light
this is not end of my rhyme
bye..

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Wish You Were Here

I sent you a postcard
Thought it would be funny
Would have sent a souvenir
But they took all my money
It's pretty warm down here but it ain't sunny
And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I tried to call you
I tried to call you
Long distance operators that only stall you
Besides the damn rates are so high
They just appall you
And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
It started out a nice vacation
Left the station right on time
Can't get a ticket to get me home, dear
They just don't have too many flights from twilight zone, dear
So don't forget to feed my cats
Spot and Jerome, dear
And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Seeing all the sights here
I'm getting lonely
I'd show you all the film I took if they would only
Let me go home
Dear, sincerely
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Lead Them Home My Dreams

Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
Make it mine.....
Bring them home.....
Bring them home.....
Lead them home (lead the home)
(bring them home my, lead the home my)
(lead the home, lead them home, lead them home)
Lead the home (lead them home)
Lead them home my dreams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Disguise whispers as screams - yeah!
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (ooooo...)
Lead them home
Lead them home my, my, my dreams.....
Lead them home my dreams
Bring them back to me
Lead them home my dreams
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa.....

song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Jami Nduwimana Petty [With You Only I Have Had Perfect Communications]

How now can I forget so soon
How when we first met
Just two years ago
In the nook and thorns
Of my beloved Africa
And you, far away in America
I was bathing in hell and fire
And the other angels watching
And singing hymns of praises
To the almighty in highest
Praise be to religion
Mohammed and Jesus Christ.
Who invent hell, fire and heaven,
But of cause the camel
Can never pass through the
Needles eyes at the gate
And so certain was my fate
And they all knew how bland a sinner I was
That they needed no Minos
To show me my place in hell.
Purgatory will be too mild for me.
Dante, Beatrice, Homer and Milton
Who has grown a new set of eyes
And can now see as clearly
As a fish under water,
They all passed me by
And wouldn't even say hi,
For I had been a great
Disgrace to the race
Of poets that has ever graced
The face of this searth.
And Nietzsche too, I met in inferno
Shouting in my brains 'God is dead'
But of cause Nietzsche is dead
And Age will certainly die
But before then, let us not confound
Ourselves with such ideas
As foolish as religion.
Those that brought it up
Had only wished to confuse us.
But I must say this here and now
About Hell, well, Heaven,
I don't understand.
But you must say this to my mother
Who was made by my father
Tell them their children are dieing
In thousands;
Tell the we are burning
In Hell and fire
Will they condemn us to another?
And please say this to Jami too
I love you like no other,
For I was dead and gone in oblivion
And just when I thought all hope lost,
You came and dragged me through
The gates of Hell, to life
You gave me a song
A new song,
Though I can no longer sing now,
But you did not only give me a song
You also gave me a love, your love
You gave me kisses, and your lovely kids
I'll never forget that
My dear Jami
I want you to know one thing;
This poem this poem is not finished.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Big Brother

Dont talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses?
Dont live for last years capers
Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal
Hell build a glass asylum
With just a hint of mayhem
Hell build a better whirlpool
Well be living from sin, then we can really begin
Please savior, saviour, show us
Hear me, Im graphically yours
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave apollo
Someone to fool us, someone like you
We want you big brother, big brother
I know you think youre awful square
But you made everyone and youve been every where
Lord, Id take an overdose if you knew whats going down
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave apollo
Someone to fool us, someone like you
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave apollo
Someone to fool, someone like you
Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave apollo
Someone to fool, someone like you
We want you big brother

song performed by by David Bowie
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Why Art Thou Thus Cast Down, My Heart?

Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?
Why troubled, why dost mourn apart,
O'er nought but earthly wealth?
Trust in thy God, be not afraid,
He is thy Friend who all things made.

Dost think thy prayers He doth not heed?
He knows full well what thou dost need,
And heaven and earth are His;
My Father and my God, who still
Is with my soul in every ill.

Since Thou my God and Father art,
I know Thy faithful loving heart
Will ne'er forget Thy child;
See I am poor, I am but dust,
On earth is none whom I can trust.

The rich man in his wealth confides,
But in my God my trust abides;
Then laugh ye as ye will,
I hold this fast that He hath taught,--
Who trusts in God shall want for nought.

Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day
As Thou hast been and shalt be aye,
I rest on Thee alone;
Thy riches to my soul be given,
And 't is enough for earth and heaven.

What here may shine I all resign,
If the eternal crown be mine,
That through Thy bitter death
Thou gainedst, O Lord Christ, for me--
For this, for this, I cry to Thee!

All wealth, all glories, here below,
The best that this world can bestow,
Silver or gold or lands,
But for a little time is given,
And helps us not to enter heaven.
I thank Thee, Christ, Eternal Lord,
That Thou hast taught me by Thy word
To know this truth and Thee;
O grant me also steadfastness
Thy heavenly kingdom not to miss.

Praise, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought,
For all things in and for me wrought
By Thy great mercy, Christ.
This one thing only still I pray,
Oh cast me ne'er from Thee away

poem by Hans Sachs
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State Of Illusion

Living in confusion
State of illusion
Tied in a knot
Of have and have what

Isit a pity
To desyroy a city
Dying alone
On the telephone

Hoping to see
Something in me
That will expell
Me from this hell

Sad to say
I'll die someday
Wish i could be
Happy and free
But as it is
I have no biz
Imagine that
To feed the fat cats

Crying away
Each lying day
Easy to see
This is just me

Life is a crime
I'm doing time
Inside a cell
My own man made hell

The world i'm in
Riddled with sin
To live each dy
Locked up this way

When there should be
Some therapy
To help the souls
Lost in their woes

State of illusion
A bad contusion
Dying away
Each lying day

poem by Talile Ali
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Hell is a Fiction

I fear hell,
not death
Hell is a fiction
Created by hipocrites
Who felt
Others needed
Be controlled
By ideas as foolish
As religion
Hell is an illusion
No one ever
Lived to tell a tale of.
But I saw death
When the armed robber
Pointed at me
his instrument,
I saw death when
I narrolly escaped
The accident.
Show me another hell
If not here;
We suffer and die
In vanity.
While Christ
Rules in Heavenly.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Oh To Be Wealthy And Famous

Oh to be wealthy and famous living in a big house by the sea
With a Rolls Royce in my garage of money worries quite free
Seen as a successful person with heaps of money to spend
Everyone would want to know me everyone would be my friend.

I could help the poor and needy for others I could do good
I could help you out then poor fellow instead of saying I would help you if I could
Money it speaks every language pity the poor and downtrod
Surely there is nothing greater than money the great paper god.

I could do wonders with money help those in dire poverty
Be an example to others to worthy causes donate generously
Instead I struggle for survival one of the poor of our Street
Life for me an uphill battle struggling for to make ends meet.

Oh to be wealthy and famous the wealthiest man in the Town
I could be generous with money help those financially down
Instead I am just a poor battler who would wish to be my friend
I who must be careful with money and count every dollar I spend?

poem by Francis Duggan
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Big Black Smoke

She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according to her pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Won't Back Down

I know what darkness means
(and the void you left for me)
the isolation stings
(so thick it wants to bleed)
the echoes in my brain
(all the things you said to me)
you took my everything
Now I'm coming for you
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
The shadow that you see
(in the places that you sleep)
are memories of me
(you better pray your soul to keep)
the truth behind you eyes
(you know the things you never see)
your darkest little lies
(I'm coming for you)
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell
All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the days
Theses memories never fall
I won't back down
I will not bow
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell

song performed by by Fuel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Spirit Of Shakespeare

Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured
He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell
Of human passions, but of love deflowered
His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well.
Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips,
The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails
Calm as the God who the white sea-wave whips,
Yet full of speech and intershifting tales,
Close mirrors of us: thence had he the laugh
We feel is thine: broad as ten thousand beeves
At pasture! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff
From grain, bid sick Philosophy's last leaves
Whirl, if they have no response-they enforced
To fatten Earth when from her soul divorced.

poem by George Meredith
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