Mugabe's Man (tales of everyday torture)
I am one of Mugabe's street men
I cut off the feet of activist wives
And tie up children of the opposition
And leave them in burning houses to die
I am one of Slobodan's tigers
I nail Bosnian men to wooden doors
And rape their daughters and wives on the floor
I get good press coverage for that manoeuvre
I am one of Heinrich Himmler's Kapos
Herding Jew cattle into the coffers
Filling the ditches with twisted limbs
While gold teeth are pulled by my underlings
I am one of Uncle Joe's investigators
Working dark hours in the Lubyanko
Extracting every tortured confession
As if it were the gold tooth of state secrets
I am Ian Smith's police overlord
Scorching the earth of Shona villages
Smoking out Liberation vermin...
How come you're looking so surprised?
Can't you tell when you meet a smart guy?
A smart man always works both sides
Yes, I'm high on Mugabe's list
An honoured veteran of his service
We pacified the Matabele in '82
I'm looking out for my pension soon.
poem by Frank Bana
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The Brave Ones (and Mugabe)
So the African Union hosts Mugabe
Ian Khama sits down with Mugabe (*)
Thabo Mbeki sits down with Mugabe
John Kufuor sits down with Mugabe
All the great democrats
Polite & cordial diplomats
The Food and Agriculture Organisation
And other organs of the UN
Welcome Mugabe back
To the ruined halls of Rome
The European Union
And the delegates of its Member States
Sit down with Mugabe
To discuss trade deals in Lisbon
No country boycotts
No delegate walk-outs
No-one shouts in anger
Throws a can of paint
Or deigns to speak a truth to the dictator
Babies' legs are broken
Infants starve in villages
Where folks were brave enough to vote against him
Men and boys are slaughtered
Women raped and tortured
For the courage to uphold the opposition
And those who think they work in honour
For development and peace
Perform their rituals
At the same old tables
As if no beast sat in their midst.
* Note: Respect: Ian Khama has boycotted the latest sub-regional summit in brave protest at the continuing presence of Mr Mugabe.
poem by Frank Bana
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Tooth And Nail
I'm tired of all this cheap talk
When you walk next to me
They say I ain't good enough for you
Why don't they come and tell me
When they see us out in the night
They can't wait to tear us apart
Now I hear them saying lovin' you ain't right
Well they'd better be ready 'cause honey I'll be there
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
They say I'm always breaking promises
And I'm just fooling with you
Then they try and come between the two of us
Man, that's a bad thing to do
I can say I had more than enough
But I ain't gonna take it too hard
I said hey, they want to play rough
Well let's see who backs down when the trouble starts
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
Come on try me, I won't give in
They take advantage, but they can't win
I'll be your man, baby, wait and see
Ain't nobody, nobody take your love from me
I will fight tooth and nail
I was wrong, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
I'll be your man, baby, wait and see
Ain't nobody, nowhere take your love away from me
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
Right now, tooth and nail
I am waiting for the fight
Tooth and nail
Right now, c'mon, tooth and nail
Right now, tooth and nail
C'mon, tooth and nail
Ah fight
Tooth and nail
Right now, c'mon, tooth and nail
C'mon, right now, tooth and nail
song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tooth & Nail
Im tired of all this cheap talk
When you walk next to me
They say I aint good enough for you
Why dont they come and tell me
When they see us out in the night
They cant wait to tear us apart
Now I hear them saying lovin you aint right
Well theyd better be ready cause honey Ill be there
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
They say Im always breaking promises
And Im just fooling with you
Then they try and come between the two of us
Man, thats a bad thing to do
I can say I had more than enough
But I aint gonna take it too hard
I said hey, they want to play rough
Well lets see who backs down when the trouble starts
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
Come on try me, I wont give in
They take advantage, but they cant win
Ill be your man, baby, wait and see
Aint nobody, nobody take your love from me
I will fight tooth and nail
I was wrong, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
Ill be your man, baby, wait and see
Aint nobody, nowhere take your love away from me
I will fight tooth and nail
Count on me, I will not fail you
I will fight tooth and nail
Right now, tooth and nail
I am waiting for the fight
Tooth and nail
Right now, cmon, tooth and nail
Right now, tooth and nail
Cmon, tooth and nail
Ah fight
Tooth and nail
Right now, cmon, tooth and nail
Cmon, right now, tooth and nail
song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Here Comes Flash
(sung by chorus and scared housewives)
Youd better run, youd better fly.
Hide your daughters, hide your wives.
Lock your doors and stay inside
Here comes flash.
Theres no way that you can win,
You must obey his every whim,
Or else hes going to do you in.
Here comes flash.
He will smile at you, be a friend to you,
Then hes gonna screw you just like that.
He is going to use you, his heavies will abuse you,
And then hes gonna lean on you,
Here comes flash.
He is gonna rough you up,
Duff you up and touch you up,
And then hes gonna screw you up.
Even though hes mean on you,
Theres nothing else that you can do
Just sit back and take his abuse.
He will smile at you, be so sweet to you.
Then hes gonna cheat on you.
Youd better run, youd better fly.
Hide your daughters, hide your wives.
Lock your doors and stay inside.
Here comes flash.
Once we loved and trusted him,
Now his thugs and bullies make us live in sin.
They suppress us, oppress us, molest us, possess us.
Youd better run, youd better fly.
Hide your daughters, hide your wives.
And lock your doors and stay inside.
He will smile at you, be a friend to you,
Then hes gonna screw you just like that.
Youd better run, youd better fly.
Hide your daughters, hide your wives.
And lock your doors and stay inside.
Here comes flash.
Theres no way that you can win,
You must obey his every whim
Or else hes going to do you in.
Here comes flash.
Here comes flash.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ambition
They brought the mighty chief to town;
They showed him strange, unwonted sights;
Yet as he wandered up and down,
He seemed to scorn their vain delights.
His face was grim, his eye lacked fire,
As one who mourns a glory dead;
And when they sought his heart's desire:
"Me like'um tooth same gold," he said.
A dental place they quickly found.
He neither moaned nor moved his head.
They pulled his teeth so white and sound;
They put in teeth of gold instead.
Oh, never saw I man so gay!
His very being seemed to swell:
"Ha! ha!" he cried, "Now Injun say
Me heap big chief, me look like hell."
poem by Robert William Service
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Tears of Zimbabwe
Tears of Zimbabwe.
Genocide going on,
nothing being done.
Rest of world, richer nations,
turn a blind eye to the killing of generations.
Mugabe not checked,
There's'‘no oil' alone, he is left!
Millions with HIV
Unfolding tragedy.
Eighty per cent unemployed,
Economy is destroyed.
White lands seized,
henchmen do dastardly deeds.
All opposition crushed,
hopes of freedom dashed.
Foreign journalists banned,
population scared and scanned.
Total police state,
only the west holds it's fate!
08/07/07
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Your Gold Dress
You gold dress is whirling around
Like a fan its lifting you high
High above the ground
Never coming down
You gold dress is burning alight
Deafens me with the sound of the sun
Setting fire to the night
And everythings all right
Vibrations coming my way
When youre floating on by
In your gold dress
Vibrations coming to play
When youre filling the sky
With your gold ... dress
Your gold dress is shaming the stars
A thousand melting dali guitars
Make no sound
And dripping slowly down
Your gold dress is all I can see
Blind my eyes but there it will be
Beacon burning bright
And everythings all right
Your gold dress!
song performed by by Xtc
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A Mothers Gift
A MOTHER ONCE SAID TO HER SON,
A GIFT I HAVE FOR THEE HERE,
SHITOSHI IS MY GIFT TO THEE,
LO AND BEHOLD, AN INNOCENT MAN IS MADE CAPTIVE BY HIS TRUST, LOVE AND IGNORANT INNOCENCE,
HE IS ENDOWED WITH THE CREATIONS OF RELIGION,
ALL WOMEN WHO HAVE MET HIM IN HIS LIFETIME IS THUS EMPLOYED,
IN THE WORK OF INIQUITY,
THEY ARE CALLED HIS WIVES,
THEY HAVE COME TOGETHER AND A BEIGN CALLED SHITOSHI IS BORN,
ALL OF THEM TOGETHER IS THIS DEMON NAMED SHITOSHI,
MY NAME IS MOST MARRED,
MY IMAGE IS MOST RUINED,
MY IDENTITY IS MOST DEFAMED,
ALL BECAUSE I TRUSTED MY MOTHER,
RELIGION CLAIMS TO GIVE PEACE AND VICTORY,
THEY HAVE RAVISHED OUR WIVES, AND EMPLOYED THEM AS DEMONS,
OUR GIRLS ARE BECOME WHORES AND SLAVES TO RELIGION AND THEIR CHILDREN,
OUR WIVES NOW BELIEVE US TO BE FOOLS AND THUS MAKE US INFERIOR BEFORE OUR ADVERSARIES,
YES, I AM A CAPTIVE OF RELIGION,
A CAPTIVE TO SHITOSHI,
A CAPTIVE TO HYPOCRYTIC MOTHERS, WIVES AND DAUGHTERS,
A CITY OF FORNICATIVE HYPOCRISY IS BUILT AROUND ME,
THE CITY OF INIQUITY,
THIS IS MY MOTHERS GIFT TO ME
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Race For The Prize
Two scientists were racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of the side by side
So Determined
Locked in heated battle
For the cure that is their prize
But it's so dangerous
But they're determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Upwards to the vanguard
Where the pressure is too high
Under the microscope
Hope against hope
Forging for the future
But to sarcrifice their lives
Both of them side by side
So determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Theirs is to win
It will kill them
They're just humans
With wives and children
song performed by by Flaming Lips
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poo Secrets
Poo Secrets
Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you
) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.
If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it
poem by Is It Poetry
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Last Minute Christmas Shopping
Just a few more days left, to get in
the last minute Christmas shopping!
You'll be running around like crazy, as
into each store, you'll be popping! With
list in hand, you start to look, to find what's
marked by each name. Hoping, you'll find
what you had in mind and if you don't,
there's no one, you can blame. It's really
not smart when you leave it to the last
minute, for when you do, it's harder on you
for you put so much energy, into it. Last
minute shopping, is the hardest thing to
do, it can leave you tired and run down.
Next year be smart, get a head start, so
you won't have to run, all over town. Now, it's
time to be on your way, as you accomplished
what you came for. Everything is complete,
despite your aching feet, but when you get
home, you'll kick off your shoes and watch,
them, fall to the floor!
poem by Audrey Heller
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Respect Him more
I was....
Like to criticize other
Like to make fun other
Like to give a wrong judgment
Like to think i always right
Like to push someone to follow me
Like to think maybe other girl jealous of me
Like to think well.... i am cute, boys will love me
Like to think well.... i am smart, i can work everywhere i want
But now, Lord open my mind and soul
After i married to this man
He makes me change my mind
I use my feeling more then anything
I choose to be an observer
Then if i write
It's more about me
and it's like a mirror to see my own
Then, i can change what should i have to change
I always be a optimist person
Like my brother always remind me
Now, i know what his means
I thank to God to have those brothers who love me
Who say my name on their prayers
To those lovely wives
Beautiful and smart wives
Bring cheerful and happiness in to my ordinary life
Then, i give my heart to be build by God
When me and my husband learn to respect Him more
Dark Meat Of Darkness
Discover a land so shadowed with darkness,
It spreads like dark flowers around the land.
The reality is bitter, falling away like silver has dropped
Into a chasm to be rebuilt as gold.
Retrieve this gold, when the goats of meat
Are cooked above a burning fire,
And then the gold can be filling the meat
So that it is worth more to eat.
To eat the gold, you must defeat
Shadows of the land, and the goats
Of meat have clung to the land then,
And after this you have paid for the good.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Human Blood Is Shed For Power
Human blood is shed for power in the African Sun
In Zimbabwe the only law is by the gun
Robert Mugabe now Africa's greatest despot an old man in years
Has turned his Country into a Land of oppression, hunger, Bloodshed and tears
A so called freedom fighter behind his so called military he cower
The awful crimes some do commit for to hang on to power
Arguably Africa's worst living despot where many despots are
For to hang on to power Mugabe has gone far too far
Most poor people in Zimbabwe do not have God on their side
By a power hungry octogenarian their lives have been destroyed
No fool like an old fool some are known to say
With Robert Mugabe it sure is that way
Despite his education he is not a wise man
He has not learned from life in his lengthy life span.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Peace Maker
It has a “point” of neither sex
But comes in guise of both,
And, doubly dangerous complex,
It is a thing to loathe—
A lady with her sweet, sad smile,
A gentleman on oath.
Strip off the mother-veil, and fur!
And signs of “quiet taste”.
The dead child’s locket take from her
(The dead man’s gift in haste)
And wash from every evil line
The layers of filling paste!
From “saddened eyes” the hell’s own glare!
From “sweet mouth” blasphemy!
Wrench out the gold-filled false teeth there
That twice mock honesty,
And leave the evil face awry
For married folk to see.
For foolish girl wives in despair,
For men’s and children’s sakes,
Let loose the glossed and padded hair
To writhe like scorching snakes!
And strip the barren body bare
To show what Satan makes.
Aye! I could take her by the throat
More sure than hangman’s noose,
And set my teeth and set my nails,
And hate would set my thews.
And fling her to the drought-starved swine,
Were all my brethren Jews.
There was the kindest man I knew,
Brave, handsome, straight and tall—
Between his loved ones and the world
He stood, a fortress wall.
He whines, a ruined drunkard now,
And this thing did it all.
There was the girl who married me
And bore my children twain,
We’ll never meet each other’s eyes
Like boy and girl again.
The very children’s love and trust
By this foul thing was slain.
There was a girl my manhood loved,
She’d Love’s own red gold hair,
And grey eyes that were Pity’s own
And courage that was rare.
She sleeps amongst the suicides,
And this thing sent her there.
And all because the town was dull
And goodness was too tame,
And people took no interest
In one they could not blame.
And all because my life was clean
And I had won a name.
And now, for years of senseless hate
And paltry, bitter strife,
For “reparation” come too late,
For sweetheart, mate and wife,
I tread her vile heart in the dust
And ashes of my life.
poem by Henry Lawson
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This Earth Is Cracking
In USA,
There is a presidential election fight,
Well, everything seems to be alright,
It might be alright, everything seems tight,
Sometimes, I dream of a red sky,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
Turkey
Sends bombs for free into Syria, on the other side,
Well, it seems that nothing is more important than having pride,
When Syrians in Turkey need to hide,
I've never dreamt of a sky so red,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
The Greeks
Don't want to sell to Canadian consumers their gold,
Well, it seems that in Canada it is very cold,
Why is it so cold in Canada all the time and the gold isn't sold?
I really dreamed of a huge red sun,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
The world
Is waiting for a new shift of magnetic poles,
But, instead of this, earth makes gigantic craters called sinkholes,
Smart money makers lose the remote controls,
I really had a multicolored dream,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
Much more protesters
Want to change their lives and their presidents.
To feed their kids, they work 12 hours per day for a few cents,
It's something to think about, when life has no sense.
I dreamed of a world having a little pink,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Wives Are in Demand
Widows are jealous of wives.
Concubines are jealous of wives.
Bachelors seek for wives.
Husbands trust on wives.
(30.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Saint Patty s Day Poem -Enjoy
LEPRECHAUN (3/16/12)
The leprechauns are singing and dancing
Around their pot of gold
For they have a story that must be told.
Of a man who they called St. pat
Who through his fear pulled in the welcome mat.
He knew that the wee people were mischievous beings
And all they done he was seeing.
They would play jokes on all around
Although they couldn't be seen, and didn't make a sound.
They would go to the nearest inns
And spike the ales and the gin.
Once they saw that everyone was polluted
They would go in and their purses would be looted.
This was how they could fill their pots of gold
Or at least that's how the story was told.
They knew that most would tend to forget
And this was the easiest way yet.
Being robbed and not recalling
And their wives would start their balling.
Now if one of them could be caught
To their pots of gold, that person must be brought
But On this pot of gold there was a spell cast
That if taken- it would not last
It would be spent drinking the night away
And in the morning, the leprechauns would once again play.
So enjoy this ST. PATTY S day
For in their hands the gold will stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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Old Joe The Black Cattle Dog
Old Joe the black cattle dog has known a better day
Around his jaws he is looking rather gray
He still works cattle but at a much slower pace
A young dog is being trained to take his place,
Old Joe a great cattle dog from a great working line
Is getting old for working cattle at nine
Though still keen to work nowadays he easily tire
The old legs tiring though he still has the desire
To work at cattle but his owner Jimmy say
That Joe is nearing his final working day
He will retire him he has done enough
At his age working cattle for him is too tough
He was a renowned working dog in his prime
But dog and master must bow to father time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ndyukerman
Dutchman, Dutchman, Ndyukerman
Dark like the Earth,
Dark like the Night
Dark like Secrets
Stamping your naked foot on the bare earth
Making the anklets rattle
Help me, help me, help me.
You know the secrets of Earth.
You know what she hides in her belly
You know the contents of her bowels
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
Where is the gold hidden?
Where are the diamonds?
Where did the people of old bury their treasure?
Dutchman, Dutchman, Ndyukerman
Dark like the Earth,
Dark like the Night
Dark like Secrets
You never hauled a punt, never cut the cane
You never felt the lash:
You lived a free man in the forest
Making your own trash hut
Hunting your own meat
Remembering the old Ways, the old Language,
Retaining the old Powers.
Help me now.
Dutchman, Dutchman, Ndyukerman
Dark like the Earth,
Dark like the Night
Dark like Secrets
You have the knowledge.
Share it with me.
Are we not Brothers?
You are the older Brother, I am the younger Brother.
I need your help.
You are happy in your trash hut in the dark forest
Hunting for your own meat
Stamping your naked feet on the bare Earth
Remembering the old Knowledge.
Tell me the Secrets that will set me free.