Death Drops
Reports on reports by dailies;
Sympathies on sympathies;
Still cripples on cripples
And corpses on corpses.
On plantations, diabolic showers of Endosulfan.
Innocent raptures, its colour changed,
With the poison mixed.
Brains drained; heads swelled;
And like exclamation marks, tongues did
Jut out of the mouths.
Dribble drops of pesticide:
Legs and arms coiled,
And eyes, its wires melted.
Plantation village looked
Like a collided car.
Vultures in the sky hover;
Coffin makers get richest than ever;
Keep toys and cradles in tears fore ever;
Darkness so thick; and rays come out never.
Death falls in drops: where is the umbrella?
(Remembering the victims of Endosulfan pesticide in plantation villages of Kerala, India…)
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Endosulfan
Everyone must stand in unison to ban endosulfan
No one is safe from the grip of endosulfan
Deadly pesticide of hormone disruptor is endosulfan
Outdated chemical of organochlorine is endosulfan
Stop listening to pseudo scientists of endosulfan
Unravel the vested interests that promote endosulfan
Live and let live with environs living without endosulfan
Free the world by a global ban on endosulfan
A sincere homage to all the victims of endosulfan
Now your turn to come forth and make an end to endosulfan
(Acrostic of ENDOSULFAN)
poem by Prem Nizar Hameed
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Plantation Boy
Lots of people walk about proud and free
Lift up your head start looking around
Theres a brandnew feeling of liberty
Like a clear bell thats starting to sound
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Lots of smiling faces for you to meet
So many hands to help you along
Just shake off the mud that weighs down your feet
If you stand tall you just cant go wrong
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Years of picking cotton for little pay
Living alone in some wooden shack
Sweating in the heat of a summers day
This is all over, you wont come back
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Wherever you may go
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Plantation Rock
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Now come along with me
Well do the plantation rock
Its easy as can be
Youll wanna dance round the clock
Well it became a sensation
Rockin on the plantation
Dancin in the fields down to each dock
Now do the plantation rock
So come on bend your knees
Twist with ease side to side
Like the swaying trees keep in rhythm
Now have some pep double step
Shake right there like a rockin chair
And stay with them
Well now youre right at home
Doin the plantation rock
Just do it as you were shown
Youll wanna dance round the clock
Well just like on the plantation
Folks all over the nation
Started rockin on each street and block
Gonna do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Never Ever Miss You, Dear!
Losing my comrades in the gunfight
with the extremists in the North East of India,
I wended my way through the wooded hills,
day and night with weeping sores in my thighs;
sighted a church in a tribal hamlet,
entered, fainted and fell down on the floor.
Thoughts of the past sidled up to the fore of my mind.
When my kin are tillers, hers are ruthless killers.
Her near-ones are robbers and rustlers
but mine are eager-beavers.
We never knew, we were riven by religions too.
Diana sparked her heart with the fire
and towards me tantalizing looks she did dart.
She was in my blood and I was in her soul.
When her parents found a groom
who had the highest record of crimes in the area,
both of us had no courage to tell our parents
why we were dolorous and sleepless.
' I want to part in sorrow
by the sunset of tomorrow',
her lines forbode something serious.
I had a bottle of pesticide with me
to go along with her if she slumped down to the earth.
In the dusk she came, hugged and kissed me,
'Oh, buck me up for heaven's sake, my dear! , she said.
And we were wallowing on the floor.
'Pour this poison into my mouth and run off',
she murmured and gave me a bottle.
' No, my heavenly gift! I drink and shrink here.
You go home and get married', I mumbled.
The breeze which was rustling the fallen leaves,
changed into an autumnal wind blowing over
and we were rolled and rolled to the horizon of love.
The bottles being snatched away, we retreated to our homes.
To rip up the tentacles of caste
she became a nun and I soon wielded a gun of the army,
on the borders where the snow-covered trees
were shedding down drops of tears,
in the beaming Sun, recalling to my mind,
the tearful eyes of my dear Mercy.
When the warm drops of water fell on my face,
I opened my eyes and saw my Mercy in flowing tears.
I was lying on a cot beside her in her room.
'Wherever you go, there I follow', she whispered.
'I never ever miss you, Mercy,
in this world and the world to come', I broke down.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Rain drops fall from heaven
Tears swelling up in my eyes every night
Rain drops fall from heaven
Simply a walking disguise in the light
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wondering when i will be alright
Rain drops fall from heaven
Growing so weak no energy to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Losing all hope in my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing that i could simply unwind
Rain drops fall from heaven
As time goes love makes me blind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i didn't have to leave her behind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wanting to make everything right
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could see her in sight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing I had the strength to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could hold her tight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never knowing if she remembers me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never know if we were meant to be
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i had more time to see
Rain drops fall from heaven
My family that always loved me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Thinking back to the times we had
Rain drops fall from heaven
Smiles and laughter but yet so sad
Rain drops fall from heaven
Just sitting here all alone
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i was way back home
Rain drops fall from heaven
Now the only thing that is on my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Is the memories i have way back in time
Rain drops fall from heaven
The tears from my eyes and deep inside
Rain drops fall from heaven
Matches the drops that come from the sky
Rain drops fall from heaven
If you could even begin to wonder why
Rain drops fall from heaven
It is simply those tears from lies
Rain drops fall from heaven
Every time it rains i stare to the clouds
Rain drops fall from heaven
Hoping one day she will simply fall
Rain drops fall from heaven
Right into my arms where she belongs
Rain drops fall from heaven
So that i can sing her a song
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that tells her how i feel
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that is nothing but real
Rain drops fall from heaven
That will be the day that will bring me joy
Rain drops fall from heaven
Too bad it wont happen to this boy
Rain drops fall from my eyes 24/7
poem by Joshua Thomas Gage
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Cow's urine
Cow 's
urine is...
Very very
Good...
It was usese
Some houses
At the...
Drops to water
Washing...
In india's
villages...
yes it is
Some naturral
Anti water...
some moor
village people
washes face also...
Cow's urine...
With gentely...!
[in india at tamil nadu village people usese's cow's urine...}
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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If Mr. Ware does not want republican laborers on his plantation, let him pay them in full for the time contracted for, and they will leave his plantation at once.
quote by Charles E. Merrill
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This is my sorrow...
The women of your age I train my eyes on
Remind me of you through some resemblances
And some violent contrasts now and then.
Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops
Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face.
I imagine the stud worn on your nose
And with that how your nose would tempt my lips.
I imagine the drops hung from your ears
And with that how your ears would prompt me.
When I am lonely you are in my thought;
I dream of passing my hand through your hair
And gazing into your eyes full of love.
To bring this about, I must conquer Fate
As I accuse myself of cowardice.
I have no courage nor propriety
Even to let you know my feelings.
This is my sorrow that cripples my mind.
This is my agony underlining.
02.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This is my sorrow
The women of your age I train my eyes on
Remind me of you through some resemblances
And some violent contrasts now and then.
Nose studs and ear drops I see in the shops
Catch my eyes and bring to my view your face.
I imagine the stud worn on your nose
And with that how your nose would tempt my lips.
I imagine the drops hung from your ears
And with that how your ears would prompt me.
When I am lonely you are in my thought;
I dream of passing my hand through your hair
And gazing into your eyes full of love.
To bring this about, I must conquer Fate
As I accuse myself of cowardice.
I have no courage nor propriety
Even to let you know my feelings.
This is my sorrow that cripples my mind.
This is my agony underlining.
02.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Innocent Victim
She was a lively
and a bubbly girl of three,
running around and playing
with her brother in her flat.
As the sun went down
she fell ill and
started vomitting.
Short of breath
she was rushed to the hospital
she began sinking
Inhaling the pesticide
sprayed in a
neighbouring flat,
she struggled with life now
ultimately she gave up
and died
without an antidote
for the banned pesticide.
Was she destined to die like this?
A question left unanswered.
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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Corpses In The Woods
A dung heap of rotting corpses:
Glazed eyes, bloodshot,
Brains split, guts spewed out
The air poisoned by the stink of corpses
A single awful cry of madness.
Oh, women in France,
Women of Germany
Regard your menfolk!
They fumble with torn hands
For the swollen bodies of their enemies,
Gestures, stiff in death, become the touch of brotherhood,
Yes, they embrace each other,
Oh, horrible embrace!
I see and see and am struck dumb
Am I a beast, a murderous dog?
Men violated
Murdered.
poem by Ernst Toller
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Alleys In The Sky
There are alleys in the sky
And the alleys are in the back of the houses
That God built
So that people could live in the sky
Across from the houses in the sky
Is a huge park
And in that park the kids can play soccer
On the grass
But the grass is always cut at the park in the sky
By God's personal gardener
And God's gardener doesn't use any pesticide on the grass or on the Trees
So the sky is a pesticide free zone that was declared by God
And God is happy to live in a pesticide free world
Also there are no cars in the sky
And the people who live in the sky ride horses
Because horses doesn't pollute the sky like cars do
And the horses are white
Like the clouds.
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The New Inner-City Slave Plantation
The now-a-day slave or labor force
The ruling-class determines the course
The political master’s pastor contorts
Politics and policy aborts
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
Work like a blind jackass
Support and finance the ruling class
Being bi-partisan-just a mask
Cultured career criminals civilizing crass
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
The political engineers of The Greater Good own
The inner city war-zone
The psychotropic drug sets the tone
Slavery as the new world order is the throne
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
Multi-tasking a labor saving device
Freedom of movement has no right
Monopolized government enslaved all might
The inner city slave- plantation private and prime
Real estate blight
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
The thirteenth amendment of the constitution
On the inner city slave-plantation no social, no economical,
No educational, no political absolution
On the inner city slave-plantation, indentured servants,
Chattel slaves, still considered Black Gold
By the God Fearing slave codes used to control
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
On the new inner city slave-plantation
The American Flag can not wave
Even Democracy is revered as a Black Slave
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Down In The Dumps
Down in the Dumps
Fog everywhere I’m walking on a mass of corpses
sludge of soft rotting soil. Sinking deeper, arms
and legs embracing me as I should be one of them.
In a lake of loss I swam ashore, a soup of death,
banks of bones, a woman in white helped me up...
she too was the haze and disappeared. I totter in
a desert of nothingness. I heard footsteps behind
me the death wanted me to return to the lagoon of
reconstructed dreams. Heart pounding, but there,
by a horizon, dawn and sun of life warmed my face,
but only briefly. The sky rained blood of the evicted.
Drops were rubies and in each one the nucleolus of
my lies and delusion engraved. Inundated I stopped
could not go on, how do I get free of barbed wire of
melancholy? ” Whispering voices: “You fucking loser.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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On Birds With Diseased Feet
Of late I've seen birds such as magpie larks, gulls and magpies
On the ocean foreshore or Nature strip of the street
With only stumps where their legs should be
Or walking lame with very sore feet.
Could they be victims of human pollution
Since they live and suffer in such a way
Victims of pesticide used for weed control
More birds I am seeing with diseased feet every day.
Humans have a negative impact on Nature
On that there's no shortage of evidence about
Is our success as a species to Nature's detriment
If this be so Nature with us can do without.
In the Townpark and on the street Nature strips
And on the foreshore of the sea
Birds with stumps for legs and with diseased feet
Nowadays I do regularly see.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Last Drop
Oh! Where’s it for our crops?
We need the river water drops.
Where’s it for our thirst to clear?
Where are the tears, are they near?
Oh no! It doesn’t fit,
Our little river has become a pit.
Oh! We would lose our corn
Then what would we do just mourn?
Why did she dry?
To make us cry?
She ended hence,
But it doesn’t make sense.
Why did she turn to marsh?
She’s treating us harsh,
She’s playing with our lives,
She’s hurting us sharp as knives.
She made us happy by giving us health.
But by breaking our hearts she suddenly melt
Oh! Feeling is too severe
But is this threatening fair of her?
But what should we do, to accept all these?
No but us, we can’t, come back the drops, please.
How dreadful where’s our hope?
Now we are buried in hell from bottom to top.
2008
© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India
poem by Aiswarya T. Anish
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Just a Few Drops of Water
Just a few drops of water
Which signifies sorrow.
Just a few drops of water
Which signifies immense happiness.
Just a few drops of water
That has no control.
Just a few drops of water
That flows down from the eyes.
Just a few drops of water
Which we call it tears.
poem by Geeta Nair
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As The Rain Drops
As the rain drops, she cries
She sits close to the window crying
She sit alone wishing for someone
To hold her and kiss her
As the rain drops
She wishs for someone to fulfill
Her dreams someone to tell her
Things will be ok
As the rain drops
she sit alone in darkness waiting
For someone to come and share
Her pain
As the rain drops
we all cry
As the rain drops
I cry
poem by Obinna Nwerem
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To Write Truthfully About The Rain
i must be here when the rain falls
heavily and when the waters rise
above canals and manholes
where what i see is water everywhere
when the rain does not stop
i must cross this street to another
street taking the middle of this flooded ways
without an umbrella
without my clothes on
the rain falls in all freedom
to the pores of my body
penetrating the thickness of my hair
my mouth drinks its drops
my ears take some more
i may be blinded and even be deaf
let the rain fall freely & heavily on my body
only then can i truthfully write about this rain
this walk this wetness this freedom this oneness
on the world that cries on these drops these tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweat Drops
Sweat Drops
Sweat drops and sea waves
Are salty alike:
Manifestations of agility.
Purest drops fall down
From the forehead of labor,
But laziness and corpse never sweat.
On all the races are seen sweat dews,
On which fall the victory rays,
Creating the rainbows in the minds.
Mountaineers mount up
In the blue moonlight,
And down in the sweat drops.
Seeds sprout
In each fallen dropp in the field:
Sweat drops are life drops.
Sweat stream
Floats the failures away,
Depositing fresh joys on the shore.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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