Ask My Mother
My eyes are red
Yet I did not smoke hemp
I have never been a smokered
Neither am I a drinkard.
But I am red in anger
Anger for my leaders.
.
They have have failed me,
They failed many a youth like me
Yes we are heading for a revolution
Revolution for a dying nation.
Ask my mother
She was here before my father.
.
When the white came
They killed my father
My sisters they raped.
They bent my brothers
Unto fields of foreign lands.
.
And I grown to know
They importants of freedom.
And I fought, me and my comrades
Again and again,
And then, the white,
They went away.
.
And then I picked them up
We picked them from the ground
Me and my brothers,
We made them our leaders
But they ended up making
themselves rulers.
.
Ask my mother, she has always
been here,
She was here when the white came,
She was also here when when they left.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Agony of Chains
Chains!
Holds my days,
Even Lucifer feel my pains.
Christianity,
Not way to eternity,
Alchemists of middle ages
Tried but failed.
They have heard before
Ablutions,
Not way to salvation
You can have a census.
Africa has a nation
Where hell is nature.
Looters as leaders,
Kleptomaniacs as politicians.
They all kill their brothers
To climb the ladders.
Nigeria can't be left out
A great nation in Africa
A giant for that matter
The leaders,
They all go to sleep
While their subjects die in penury
That makes them
Giants without conscience
But the masses are patient
They are all in waiting
There will be salvation in making
But that might last for ages
Perhaps when they meet Hades.
But I am not calling for a revolution
Ours is still a young nation
That needs to be nurtured
Only we need men for that job
Not boys in the shop
For theirs only is for profit
Even if it takes them down six feet
They won't accept defeat.
But we need people who
Will do the nurturing
That is what I am talking
Servants as leaders
To break these chains
Which causes us these pains
These pains that holds our days.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Indus
The Indus valley has born forth a child,
So it was pronounced
When my mother was born.
Her hair is like liquid India ink.
Her eyes are black opals.
She is a tigress,
And a peacock.
She was an enchantress from birth.
Born from Kings
To bear future Kings.
She
is forever the epitome of royalty.
After she matured
Legends of her beauty
Were famous in far reaches of the world.
The rich enchantress,
A budding promise of everything.
The stupid child
Left her innocent door open.
To the one entity who
Snuck into the castle,
Robbed her and raped her,
Left her with no pride, humanity, or dignity.
The result of the assault
She bore two sons.
They came into the world
Bringing forth a river of destruction colored red with blood.
Having their father's black soul
They grew up to sell their mother
Into prostitution.
And, from that day on
She only bore daughters.
These little sisters
Were abused and
Used by their brothers
And could only become
What was their reality.
Never did they know
Their true potential.
Never did they feel
Pride, Joy, love, humanity, or humility.
My mother is dying
My brothers kill each other every day.
My mother is dying
My sisters are surviving the only reality
They know.
My Heritage, my grandfather,
My brothers have killed.
And, now they want to
Erase my memory.
The Indus valley had born forth a child.
She is dead,
So, we are all dying
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Love One Another
Everybody needs a little tenderness
Everybody needs a release
From the cell they lock themselves in
Loves the only peace
Everybody needs
Everybody Cries
Everybody Bleeds
Everybody Dies
Everybody Dreams
Everybody Wakes
Everybody makes mistakes
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
Its easier to walk away when youve
Got a wounded pride
When two people stand together
Thats how they heal inside
Try to understand
Open up your heart
A fist is just a hand
It can come apart
Let go of the past, let go of the fight
Forgiving fills the world with light
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
We were given a world so beautiful
A deep ocean, a blue-blue sky
I know we can make it a better place
If only you and I
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
song performed by by Cher
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Half my father
Half my father
Half my mother
My mother white as a ghost
My father black as coal
In my face the mixture glows
My skin is white
Still I am a black man
By the make of my nose
My hair is curly
My eyes are gray
Within me both if them lives
My mother’s race
Did enslave
My father’s race
Was never paid.
Still within I bare the two
Am O the new American?
My father is white
My mother is Korean
They met during the war
And I was born
Their only son
By my tone of skin
And by my eyes
You can tell
That there is a divide
And by my blonde hair
It is there for you to spy
Am I the new American?
My mother is German
My father polish
I learned three languages
As I grew older
Both of them
Did love me well
And of each country did tell
That I could draw
From each well
Am I the new American?
My father is Chinese
My mother Spanish
Both crossed over the Rio Grand
I am in the make of my father
But I have my mother’s brown skin
Am I the new American?
poem by David E. Patton
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Mother, Father
Mother, father please explain to me
Why a world so full of mystery
A place so bitter and still so sweet
So beautiful and yet so full of sad, sad...
Mother, father please explain to me
Why forests march to desert speed
While snowcapped mountains melt away
What do we tell our babies, when do we say, oh
Mother, father please explain to me
How a man who rocks his child to sleep
Pulls the trigger on his brothers heart
He digs a hole right to the middle of this storm of hatred
Mother, father please explain to me
How it could be so this world has come to be
A precious balance in between
Such cruelty and such kindness please
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
Unequaled in her blessings, oh, I see
Unbridled hatred so extreme, please tell me
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be so
Twisted between time and dreams
Oh, mother, father please explain to me
Oh, whats all this talk about?
All this talk about it
Spinning down, down, down, down, down
All this talk about
Endless words without
Nothings done
Mother, father do you know
Why one mans belly overflows
Another sleeps in hungers bed
Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread
Oh mother, father please explain to me
How this rare worlds come to be
A place so full of color yet overflowing
Always in black and white
Drowning in the waters of our...
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
While still blessed in all the things we see
Such a sad, sad home for you and me
Come out, and hold,
Come on out you
Come on out you
Come and save yourself
Come on out you
Come on were taking the water
Were taken the water
Were taken the water
But you know
We got the freedom
We got the freedom
Theres no God above
And no hell below
Oh, its here with us
Its up to us
To keep afloat
How this sweet world has come to be
Oh to keep afloat
Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world has come to be
Oh, let the blue planet
Let the blue planet
Mother, father please explain to me
Mother, father please explain
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Angry Young Man
He had so much anger, so much hate
To lash out at someone he couldn’t wait
An innocent bystander walking down the street
This was the one that he would beat.
If she had suspected what lied ahead
She would have turned her back and fled.
With fists flaring he knocked her to the ground
Her jaw broken - she couldn’t make a sound
They say they don’t know how she survived
With the extent of her injuries
they was sure she would die.
She gave a description of what he looked like
And before blacking out she started to fight
They caught him with the description she gave
They saw that he was full of anger and rage.
They say from his step father he had been abused
And fighting back was of no use.
His mother did not believe what he had said
And she turned - and sent him to bed.
He now blamed his mother for what
His step father had done
no one to turn to, no where to run.
She should have - defended her son.
He and his step father are both in jail
Because his mother had truly failed
To hold a man she did not watch her son
Now look at what he has gone and done.
(child abuse can create stories such as this)
poem by Louis Rams
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Hands & Knees
You see me walking away
What more could I say than sorry
I failed by all your complaints
You pushed a life change but its not me
And filthy hands lay apon my chest
Lay upon my sin, but I do it for green
And in your mind you are blind
And your back turn so fine
Where were you when I needed you most
So mother so father
Im on my hands and knees
So mother so father
Im scrounging for whats left of me
My self-indulgence to blame
For all of the shame in the family
You dont know what its like
How I feel how I cry
How I hate the way I hate my life
So mother so father Im on my hands and knees
So mother so father
Im scrounging for whats left of me
Pues madre, y padre
Esta vida no quiero vivir
So mother so father
I dont want to live this way
So mother so father
Im scrounging for whats left of me
So mother so father
I dont want to live this way
So mother so father
Im scrounging for whats left of me
song performed by by Unloco
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Remembering Childhood
by accident you come across
an old picture
you recognize the face of your father
beside your mother
with his gun on the side of his body
as reservist of the army
you look closely
your mother pouts
and she is holding on to her
white skirt
you father's right hand grips
his gun
while the left holds on to
the chair just behind your
mother's neck
there is a baby being held
by your mother
it is sleeping and it looks
like you
your father does not like
you and you know it from the very start
you know how to pretend
till he died
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Parents Are Not Payable
Listen, dear brothers, sisters,
Look back in nostalgia;
Think about dear mother,
dear father,
The ones who gave life to you
And thaught you how to be
a man, a woman too;
Your mother who suckled you
Nine months she bore you
in her womb;
From his own sweat your
father paid for your school
And made sure your belly is
never emptied with food.
Think about them in
everything you do.
For some day you wil be
a father, a mother too
And your children will think
about you in everything
they do
They will think of the
troubles you went through
To help them pull through.
PARENTS can never be repaid
No matter the wealth you
may have attained.
Parents are not payable,
You just have to make them
feel comfortable,
And that would be enough
for their troubles.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Man’s Role
The elder son of each family
Jointly made a moral code
By which they must not eat
Each other and instead
They could live on their brothers and sisters,
Who are meant to serve them.
The elder sons of the family
Made it a law of their father
With no concern to their mother.
The mother was furious.
The time is not far to neglect
The elder son altogether.
[Father is the God, Mother is the Earth,
the elder brother is man, brother is animals and sister is vegetation]
15.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Unicorn
I finally went outside the house
Walked slowly down
Its stairs
Moving towards the path
That my father trod
Many years ago
The same path that mother
Too walked upon
Years ago to follow those
She loved most
Now, taking the same path
I too, look for those
I truly love
The white horse that father left
That mother caressed
With her tiny hands
The little bird that barely
Knew how to fly
Fallen and then learned to fly
Away
The face of the white princess
Powdered cheeks with
My kisses my sweet memories
I had seen almost everything
That was left
Except the white horse
That they have taken
Away from me
She was my only unicorn.
poem by Antonio Liao
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How Do Prepare For The Coming Famine?
i like the way my father and mother
once lived.
they died with all serenity, and there
was this banquet we tendered, before
each passed away, as though
there is nothing to worry
they danced their days, their entrance
of course was silent, and their exits
a little serene, and then we talk as
though we understand how to live
just like them
there were droughts but father knew
how to store water in the house and
each of us had its own fill of our thirts
there were past hungers but mother
has her own skill of using the knife
in cutting each share each piece to
be nibbled by our mouths
and now, we are left here my brothers
and sisters, warned about an incoming famine
let us remember how it was with father and mother
and grandfather's father:
when life was so simple then
when there was hunger and yet none died of hunger
when there was drought and yet each of us has a glassful of water
when there was crisis, yet each had symbiosis
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The white rose and the red rose
The white rose and the red rose,
So sisters two were named, yes, named.
The white one was so quiet,
The red one laughed and flamed.
But different was their doing, yes,
When came the time of wooing, yes.
The white one turned so red, so red,
The red one turned so white.
For him the red one favored,
Him father would not bless, not bless.
But him the white one favored,
He got at once his 'Yes.'
The red one now was paling, yes,
With sorrow, psalms, and wailing, yes.
The white one turned so red, so red,
The red one turned so white.
Then father grew so fearful
And had to give his 'Yes,' oh, yes!
With songs and music cheerful
The wedding rang, oh, yes!
And soon sprang children rosen, yes,
In shoes and little hosen, yes.
The red one's, they were white,-and oh,
The white one's, they were red.
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On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side
Born in Bethlehem
On his Father’s side
No one before him
On his mother’s side
Growing and learning
On his Father’s side
All knowledge showing
On his mother’s side
Stuck in one location
On his Father’s side
Present in every nation
On his mother’s side
He was hungry
On his Father’s side
The multitudes he did feed
On his mother’s side
At Calvary he died
On his Father’s side
He was the essence of life
On his mother’s side
Buried like other men
On his Father’s side
He rose again
On his mother’s side
Human and weak
On his Father’s side
The God of eternity.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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I Am (Defiant)
i am, become...
i am the seat on the bus
Rosa Parks would not leave..
i am the fires of anger
when Martin Luther King was killed.
i am the grassy knoll,
where the true killer stood.
i am the Little Bighorn,
and Crazy Horse weeping...
i am the men that built the bombs,
and all the faceless souls screaming
through their long sleepless nights...
i am the brothers that killed each other
in the long Civil War...
i am the slaves set free,
i am the Native Americans sent
to live in poverty on reservations
in the name of a white god...
i am the farm worker exploited,
the coal miner who died...
i am the rats and the filth
of tenements and trailers...
i am the blues hand picked,
moonshine made in the hills...
i am the grandfather who built
his house with his own hands.
i am the rage of the common,
i am America defiant,
i am, become....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dying For Love
Can you hear, the people sing their song
To tunes of glory, they move as one.
Refugees of liberation marching on,
Sing our song, rock the nation, write of wrongs.
When you take of life and steal its shadow, all thats
Left is humanity.
Its getting closer, change is bound to come.
Theres someone out there, holding candles to the
Sun.
Then an answer, says that peace will come around,
Stand in line, take our time and be proud.
Take a life and steal its shadow, all thats left its
Humanity
Take a man and steal tomorrow, all thats left is you
And me.
Here them call you, soldiers all in the fields of love,
Brothers, sisters, children, all dying for love.
Refugees of liberation, marching on,
Sing your song, rock the nation, write of wrongs.
Take a life and steal its shadow, all thats left is
Humanity.
Take a man and steal tomorrow, all thats left is
You and me.
Hear them call you, soldiers all in the fields of love,
Brothers, sisters, children, all dying for love.
Hear them call you, dying for love, those who know
You, dying for love,
Brothers, sisters, dying for love, saints and sinners,
Dying for love,
Dying for love.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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A Revolution Within
A revolution within the mind
And a revolution within that`s beyond
Are the needs of the hour...
I search for the mind first
What is beyond that is a dream to come true.
But a revolution is the need of the hour...
A fire extinguishes somewhere,
Its smoke reaching far and wide.
But there is nothing new in both!
A flood begins atop the glacier of the river far away,
Its water licking up the lands of the hungry lot.
But there is again nothing new in these too!
A revolution within my mind
And a revolution within that`s beyond
Are a poet`s perceptions perhaps.
Nothing brethern.. nothing at all can
Bring in a revolution in this life
As the game of dice is played on and on...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Giving Me A Bad Name
Talking about your brothers
People stop the fighting,
Gotta move it on
Oh my people,
Now I come flying now
Came flying from a nation
About the seggregation
Still keep it on the part
I wanna know where we gonna start
Yeah yeah yeah, your brothers are giving me, your brothers are giving me a bad name
Oh giving me a bad name,
I wanna fight about now that you know were on the same, on the same...
I think,
And Im fighting,
Were talking about the white knights of the ku klux klan
Beat them, and keep them all them down, keep them down,
You can see a black, and you can see a white...
And we can talk about this order, indicisive
All your brothers are giving me,
Ohhh! giving me a bad name,
Oh youre giving me a bad name...
Come on now,
We got to argue people,
Brothers, Im talking about the brothers that are giving me a bad name,
Im talking about the vmp, and the nf and the ku klux klan...
Oh we gotta stop that going on...
I think you understand what Im trying to say,
Im saying all those brothers are giving me a bad name,
Ohhh.... giving me a bad name...
We got to fight on, we got to move on...
All those brothers
All your brothers, all your sisters...
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Woman branches.
Spouses of sisters are at ease
In each other’s house.
Brothers aren’t at that ease
In each other’s house.
Mother’s mother is like mother.
Father’s mother trails behind
Relations branch out from women.
06.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shield
they call him god
they call him father
they call to him so high above
but god has gone
the pain was just to strong
to see his children forsake him
as they fought war after war
using his name as a shield
these children he did create
full of love and hope
a father wished to know
but laughter turned to screams
his image he made them in
his love he gave them
the children he created
those he called to he
he had a choice
end it all
or walk away
cause the pain was to much
to see his children hurt
as they killed and as they
tore through the lands
of brothers and sisters
with such savagery
so god has gone
his heart does break
at leaving behind these
children of his still at war
using his name as shield
poem by Graham Russell
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