Ashes And Debt...
they dress for the slaughter,
in thousand dollar suits.
faceless and colorless,
spinning webs of deceit.
with tongues made of plastic,
bony fingers on buttons.
drunk on the rush,
worshipping neon gods.
pick your next president,
sell your job in a blink.
foreclose your grandfather,
kill your son in a war.
the american pinnacle,
with eyes steeled by drones.
they drink blood for breakfast,
and oil for dessert.
manipulating classes,
the propaganda of fear.
prejudice and patriotism,
it's all over quick!
leaving your children's children,
ashes and debt...
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Gods Of War!
you have made your gods
in your own image.
and so you follow war
to the brink of your own
extinction!
yet the mouths of the souls
that you starve and slaughter,
speak the names of the god
that you've forgotten!
she answers with faces,
faces you choose not to see!
you dig the graves of your children,
to feed the beast within!
you arm yourselves with moral justice,
dress the lie in prideful prejudice.
but the howl in the night
is not the wind!
it is the cry of the blood
on your hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Gods We Become?
we kill...
'holy' hands forming gods
out of our paper bag hungers,
in the image of our fears.
we sacrifice blood,
in the name of redemption.
and the ghosts of the innocents
burn our thoughts and our eyes.
what kind of father
teaches his children
to kill each other?
are we bastards, or liars,
afraid of our sins?
even the earth we defile,
cries against us in anguish.
the morality we buy and sell,
is bitter to the taste.
the voice of the eternal,
lost in the din and the madness.
leaving only the tug of the wind,
the cries of small children
the whimper of stray dogs.
words written in charcoal,
on forever grey skies...
'i have come to you,
again and again,
in countless forms,
speaking your own languages,
wearing your own skin...
why have you forgotten me?
and who do you follow? '
the voice behind gods,
or the gods we become?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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New Beginnings
A glow in her eye
As he waved goodbye
Thats where it all began
She was a loving girl
He was a caring guy
Together they had plans
They were married and had a baby
His name was johnnie
Wait a minute, thats me
Why am I only three years old again
Spinning and spinning and spinning
There was no gleam in your eye
When you passed us by
In the parade this time
You had nothing to say
And youre always on your way somewhere
But today you just stood still
You were a quiet kind of person
Who asked for nothing and got just that
So they sent you away to kill for your country
Could you blame him?
Could you blame them?
No. and in the end
When we meet again were friends
Will we ever learn that we are always gods children
And gods never made moral decisions
They made love
song performed by by Faith No More
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Speak Not Of God!
we dreamed of god,
and created war!
pointing,
with dismembered fingers...
prophesying,
with bellies gorged!
we kill that which
we do not understand,
that which we fear...
that which most reminds us
of something hidden deep within.
is god made of stone?
be there no remorse,
no compassion, no conviction?
even stone gods weep,
who are we trying to fool?
how many women and children sacrificed?
a blood atonement...
to whom?
we wear the robes of judges,
hiding the fact
that we're naked underneath!
even our prayers sound like
drunk ravens chattering in back alleys!
and the end we worship
is but retribution,
when time redeems our actions.
speak not of god...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bought And Sold
feathers and Bibles,
the priests of rhetoric
masturbate in hidden rooms,
by the bodies of young boys,
the price paid without doubt.
the neon screen blares,
cancer has a new name...
dressed in pride and patriotism.
street vendors passing laws,
feed the monkies!
the truth is
it's all a lie!
they drink martinis behind smoked glass,
sell the souls of the poor
to pay the rent!
leaving black scars on the faces
of children who were never born...
in a world already bought....
bought and sold for nickels and dimes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There Are No Children Here
The untrained eye
Walks down the street
And sees children
But they're not children
There are no children here
Adults look back
With hungry eyes
And someone thinks
''They're just children
With a mother and a father
Never any fear''
And they kid themselves
As there are no mothers
No fathers
Because there are no children here
Terror doesn't care
As they cry over there
It lets someone stare
Through the sight of a gun
Seeing everyone
And just for fun
Shoot them
People rush around crying
''But they were just children!
They were just children! ''
A man with a gun
Turns and runs
But as he does they hear
''They aren't children''
And
''They weren't children''
And
''You need to know:
There are no children here''
No one makes a sound
Listening to the truth he's found
And they know:
It's our fault
We didn't save them
We could have saved them
If we cared
There would be children here
poem by Violet Llewellyn
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Children In America!
one out of three
children in America,
living in poverty?
what happened
to the land of promise?
children hungry,
children homeless,
children that wont
get a good education!
children, broken families,
children without future.
children without love....
turn to hate!
build your cities,
build your banks,
build your kingdoms
drunk on oil and blood!
your children, dying....
who digs their graves?
who closes their eyes?
who prays for their souls?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Who Can See The Best In Everybody?
children
children are like that
where everything is now
young children
so quick to forget
pain sorrow
eager to carry on
get over it
whatever it may...
have been
eager to get
back to play
focus upon
life learning experiences...
vital energy focused
upon potential happiness
growing experiences
in healthy
nurturing
environments...
children can see
the best
in everybody
“unless the person
is really
hopelessly evil,
they can make us
behave in a better way
2'
'Beautiful energy”
And those
that hurt
children?
Deliberately hurt and kill children?
The stalkers that prey upon
choose to deliberately hunt down
and kill innocent children?
Are they evil?
Is this deliberate killing
torture of a few
innocent children evil?
Then what of Pro-Abortion fanatics?
Birth control by foetus murder?
Tax dollar funded
promoted
as family planning?
One of the few social services
president barak obama has backed?
God has already made stated
his judgement; upon this; written
decisively within sacred word.
The only question that remains?
What is your judgement?
Upon this issue of free
choice; none may abstain;
we are all accountable.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation by Miroslava Odalovic.
See also ‘A 100% Pro-Abortion Record ’ and ‘We Can Create A Modern International Community’.
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Children of Ignorance
the children of ignorance
with bits in their mouths,
led blindfolded to the slaughter
without a thought or a prayer.
whipped into a frenzy by lies,
wrapped with golden ribbons,
sold by street vendors in suits
with hollow faces and marble eyes.
fed the 'word of God' with shotguns,
wearing crucifix painted robes;
selling their daughters for gasoline,
and their sons to political wars.
marching to hatred and violence,
leaving the weak to suffer and fall.
in the name of patriotism and Wall Street,
led like dumb sheep to die.
and they're already dead!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Great Sin Of Prejudice Against Color
Children,
who made your skin white?
Was it not God?
Who made mine black?
Was it not the same God?
Am I to blame, therefore,
because my skin is black?
Does it not cast a reproach
on our Maker
to despise a part of His children,
because He has been pleased
to give them a black skin?
Indeed, children, it does;
and your teachers ought to tell you so,
and root up, if possible,
the great sin of prejudice
against color from your minds.
While Sabbath School Teachers
know of this great sin,
and not only do not teach
their pupils that it is a sin,
but too often indulge in it themselves,
can they expect God
to bless them or the children?
Does not God love colored children
as well as white children?
And did not the same Savior
die to save the one as well as the other?
If so,
white children must know
that if they go to Heaven,
they must go there
without their prejudice against color,
for in Heaven
black and white
are one in the love of Jesus.
Now children,
remember what Sojourner Truth has told you,
and thus get rid of your prejudice,
and learn to love colored children
that you may be
all the children of your Father
who is in Heaven.
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Lives In The Balance
Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all american bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So captain marvel zapped in right between the eyes
All the children sing
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
Not when he looked so fierce, his mother butted in
If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
All the children sing
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
song performed by by Beatles
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There Will Come A Time!
there will come a time,
when you eat your own flesh,
and drink your own blood...
when the air you breathe
will be filled with smoke and ashes.
when a man will kill a man
for a gallon of gas,
or a jug of water...
there will come a time!
there will come a time,
when you'll sell
your sisters and daughters.
when you'll bury
your mothers and fathers
for their houses.
when you'll burn your faith,
and deny the truth...
there will come a time.
there will come a time,
when you have to choose,
when everything is
all you have to lose.
when you sacrifice yourself,
or sacrifice your children.
when justice demands an answer,
and the world waits at the door...
there will come a time!
and the time is now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Be Young You
The tongues of some men are made of metal
The tongues of some men are made of oil
But the keeper of those men never rolled
Their tongues for anybodys free ride but his own
Now the oily tongues are thirsty for black gold.
But the old men are going to bed
Theyll be sleeping through the future
And the children red with fire
They got to move away the old mans rusty beds.
Now the tongue, the tongue of a master
That should be laughter - with dancing legs
Like a flying wheel for the weak and sad man
Some tongues of man are made of silence
And your eyes will listen.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Suckers
Cascades of brightly coloured lights.
Festoon the aisles of shopping malls.
Perhaps a foretaste of delights
that kids expect when Santa call.
Small children with wide open eyes
are hypnotised by this display
Each aisle reveals a fresh surprise
They cannot tear their eyes away.
The harassed mothers can’t persuade
their wide eyed children they must go
For daddy’s dinner must be made
the children just don’t want to know.
An advertising strategy
which works with great efficiency.
It brings the punters thronging in.
They come to look but soon begin.
To purchase with their credit card.
The crafty tactic works again
The merchants reap a rich reward.
Debt ridden punters bear the pain.
They’ve only just cleared last year’s debt
Yet foolishly they overspend.
It’s strange how quickly they forget
the real cost of their plastic friend.
19-Nov-07
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Christmas Song
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
Shed be his wife, and make him her husband.
A surprise on the way any day any day
One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy
The wisemen came, three made their way
To shower him with love while he lay in the hay
Shower him with love, love, love
Love,love,love
Love,love was all around.
Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother mary worried always out on his own
He met another mary, who for a reasonable fee,
Less than reputable was known to be
His heart was full of love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around.
When jesus christ nailed to his tree
Said oh daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening sea
Instead I fear Ive spilled the blood of my children all around
The blood of my children all around
The blood of my childrens all around.
So Im told, so the story goes
The people he knew were less than golden-hearted
Gamblers and robbers,
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me, like you and me
Rumors insisted that he soon would be
For his deveations taken into custody
By the authorities, less informed than he
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Searching for love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around.
Preparations were made for a celebration day
He said eat this bread but think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be the blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
Father up above
Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love is all around
Father up above
Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, fill me love, love, yeah
Love, love, love
Love, love, and the blood of our children all around.
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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By Unmarked Graves....
i read the labels of soup cans,
the poetry of mechanized food.
while children starve in the back seats,
of cars up on blocks.
and cell phones pray with neon glow,
to the souls of the fathers
buried in unemployment lines.
heartless bastards wave numbing flags,
guarding the border, masks and rifles cocked.
bars on the windows of pregnant schools,
where freedom unravels with sterile yawns.
the fields are quiet, bodies decompose...
crows pick fruit from trees long dead.
microwave Jesus's fill plastic bowls
with fingers severed from forgotten hands.
live or die, most choose death!
young lovers taunt roaches on motel walls.
the wheels of justice groan in the heat,
and darkness erect, prophesies.
the labels of soup cans,
and the brim of old hats!
leaving only tongues left naked
by unmarked graves!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forgotten In Poverty
the smell of rotten tuna cans
and the wailings of children returned like empty soda bottles.
towards the passed-out father of apathy
sleeping off his inner scandals,
underneath the cars of faltering capitalist dreams
with their intoxicating fumes of human road kill.
i wish they would not look at me
with their hollow baby-doll eyes;
they sting like vinegar injections.
the smell of burnt plastic
and the stock sounds of body fluids burping to themselves.
someone's older brother had his fingers mutilated,
tortured by the ripe age of thirteen;
he drowned in his blood as he saw
the faceless men who would not wait on hold,
(any longer to however much he knew)
no one's younger brother pleas for some kind of patriarchal discipline.
i wish they could just tell me
what grills their love-hungry tongues;
they sound like screeching nails at the bottom of wells.
the smell of popped tires
and the hymns of diseased dogs in labor.
towards the tweaked-out mother of whoredom
screaming at her broken portable radios
with their centuries-old announcers
yapping about the pointy-nosed white man laying on his gold.
i wish they were born
somewhere far away from their coffin homes,
they will never know better;
their only blessing within this curse.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Pepper Spray
would you pepper spray your children?
you've fouled the air they will breathe
for the rest of their lives.....
you've fouled their drinking water,
or sold away the rights.
you've cut down their forests,
driven their animal friends to extinction....
carbon, smoke filled, oil spilled,
coal dust, radiation leaked.....
you've taken away their chances for education....
taken back the aid... left them on the streets,
or worse, sent them off to fight your greed wars...
let them get strung out on dope,
sent them to prison... let them fall
between the cracks....
you taught them your morality....
but your actions have taught them hatred,
fear, prejudice, take what you can get....
you've piled up debt that you're leaving for them....
you sold their chances for employment....
you've fed them lies until...
their eyes open, they just say no,
they've had enough.....
sitting quietly in a firm and well thought
act of protest.... you pepper spray them!
why did you have children to start with?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A God That Has No Heart
we have made
blood sacrifices to oil,
till we are covered
by the filth and the sludge
of our own greed.
leaving our children,
and their children,
suffocating at the altar
of a god that has no heart.
we have eaten their flesh,
and drank their blood!
we, the guilty,
cannot remain blind!
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