Olympian Disgrace
Even for a poet
It is difficult to evoke
The disgrace that are these 'Olympics'
The disgust I feel, that in some way
You are certainly feeling too
Because you are human
And literate, I assume
You know as well as anyone
How Tibet is occupied, these 55 years
Minorities suppressed, births controlled
Beliefs circumscribed, Inquisition-style
All those dissidents on trial
And the students in the square
(Has the Party apologised?)
Complicity in Darfur
Labour camps, all set aside
While athletes are being glorified
I'm not evoking Berlin,36
Nor the Soviet Moscow games
Nor the vicious oppression of minorities
In London Town (we'll come to that, no doubt)
I'm dealing with the here and now
Sports and games of the vainglorious
Corporate profits quick and furious
And the nausea in the air
As the smug and sly regime
Expectorates its justifications
And fake-righteous indignations
Into our faces, time after time.
Ashamed of the weakness of my voice
I will exercise my little choice
I won't be watching a single second
Jump or muscle-twitch or race
And to all the companies
Raking in dollars from backs bowed down
I know who you are:
You will not get my dime.
poem by Frank Bana
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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London Town
I do believe
I must believe
I think I can begin again
Become again the man I was back when
So Im walking on your streets again
Feeling now as I did then
Ive since become a different man
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back
I can remember lots of time and space
If I lose the name, still I know the faces
Time as come and left its traces
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back
When I grew too old and dull to rock n roll
Like to hold on tight to you darling
And when my fires have all burned out
Id like to think I can still think about
The things I used to sing about
When I was spending all my time alone
By myself and on my own
Seldom seen and quite unknown
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back
song performed by by James Taylor
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The Marlboro Olympics
We all know of the Olympics
For athletes who are fit
What if we organised new games
And changed the rules a bit?
The tournament - its now unfair
Only the best compete
And all those who're less able
Could never win a heat.
So let our new rules equalise
The young 'n old and slow 'n fast
And let's introduce some new sports
In which the fittest may come last.
We will all compete on equal terms
In worldwide competition
No - this is not an empty dream
But a new Olympic vision.
We need to find us something
That the fittest do not do
And make it central to our games
The Olympics born anew.
We shall introduce some new sports
And new rules for the rest
But what will change above all else
Is smoking cigarettes.
Yes! The Marlboro Olympics!
Or whoever else will pay
To support our global smoking sports
And a more level field of play.
We've already got a logo
Entwined smoke rings in the sky
Just like those Olympic rings
But more pleasing to the eye.
The opportunity's enormous!
Just imagine that you're there
Oh the beauty of gynastics
With smoke swirling in the air!
Or in those cycle races
Where bottled water cyclists get
Now handed out throughout the race
Are successive cigarettes.
And in all the relay races
Where batons are exchanged
The baton will be lighted
With a filter tip arranged.
Sports like darts we'd showcase
And maybe dominoes
With beer on tap at every point
To make the action flow.
A new sport - extreme smoking
Would stimulate interest
In the finer points of coughing
And of wheezing in the chest.
The Olympic flame we'd stick with
It fits the whole concept
And we'd market special lighters
To publicise events.
For the sports that we're developing
We've got a site upon the net
So don't be slow - get thinking
And maybe light a cigarette.....
(pause - embarassed cough)
But while writing this i've had a thought
A shameful thought for me
If smokers pursued fitness
Then from smoking they'd be free.
poem by David Keig
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Games
Somebody said somebody wouldnt last too long, somebodys still going strong.
Somebody said somebody was all a front, somebodys still talking junk.
Think of what you say, think of what you do,
Think of what you try to put us through.
Were just singing our song.
When you put us down, it aint gonna get you nowhere.
Were positive and no matter what you think we really care.
Oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
Somebody said somebody worked too hard, somebody gotta charm some hearts.
Somebody said everybodys gonna wait and see, whats gonna be is gonna be.
Think of .....
Games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
(rap:) yeah, people keep on fronting on the beantown posse,
But its time to step up to the stand,
cause we aint going out like that.
Back, huh, stronger than ever, did you think wed sever?
Never, were too clever to be taken down clown
By your ignorant state of mind, I aint blind but
Every time I look I find you dissin a mission that
Strictly be righteous, we gotta fight this so now I think I might just
Take a stand, man, like never before, and Im sure
That well endure so now its time to even the score
I hear you knocking me but you aint shocking me
cause jealousy is telling me that youre just jocking me
So keep on talking skee, with pride Im walking see,
Because on anybodys block is where Im gonna be rockin gee.
Dont play those games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, stop playing those games.
(repeat ad lib & fade)
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Another Olympic Games For The Wealthy Only
Another Olympic games for the wealthy only doesn't life seem so unfair
In the Athens Olympic Stadium there won't be many there
Who live on a low income or struggle to get by on welfare
And who should win the medals why should I even care?
In life only the so called losers are those that interest me
The people who to circumstance must live in poverty
They won't be at the Olympics for to cheer their heroes on
Or to sigh in disappointment with hopes of a medal gone.
The Olympics ought to be re-named as the Games of Nationalistic Pride
And Athens 04 the destination of millionaires Worldwide
Waving their National flags and banners their patriotism on display
And that money speaks all languages is very relevant to today.
Another Olympic games for the wealthy only in a World of so much poverty
Just a vulgar show of wealth and Nationalistic pride at the opening and closing ceremony
And the have nots must feel content for to watch it on the t v
And which Nation's athletes are the most successful such things won't be worrying me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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From Which Perspective
Folks believing they are normal,
And the center of the universe...
Enjoy slotting people into categories.
I'm overdue to try that too!
Let's see from which perspective,
Shall I choose.
Let's see...
These are the same people,
Now bleeding economically.
They have been conditioned,
To 'assume' they are 'better than' most.
And depicting 'everyone' non-white...minorities!
I overheard someone from Liberia, Africa...
Tell how some 'Americans' visited his country.
And labelled them 'minorities'.
Yes!
And paraded around like royalty.
They are the ones who dictate image and policy.
They are the ones who feed decadence and lowlife.
They are the ones who begin conflict...
Just to get everyone to fight,
For 'their' interests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The London Games will be designed for the athletes and we will provide them with the very best venues and the very best conditions to pursue their sporting dreams in London.
quote by Sebastian Coe
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Head Games
Daylight, alright
I dont know, I dont know if its real
Been a long night and something aint right
You wont show, you wont show how you feel
No time ever seems right
To talk about the reasons why you and I fight
Its high time to draw the line
Put an end to this game before its too late
Head games, its you and me baby
Head games, and I cant take it anymore
Head games, I dont wanna play the...
Head games
I daydream for hours it seems
I keep thinkin of you, yeah, thinkin of you
These daydreams, what do they mean?
They keep haunting me, are they warning me?
Daylight turns into night
We try and find the answer but its nowhere in sight
Its always the same and you know whos to blame
You know what Im sayin, still we keep on playin
Head games, thats all I get from you
Head games, and I cant take it anymore
Head games, dont wanna play the...
Head games
So near, so far away
We pass each other by cause we dont know what to say
Its so clear, Im sorry to say
But if you wanna win you gotta learn how to play
Head games, always you and me, baby
Head games, till I cant take it anymore
Head games, instead of makin love
Head games, ooh
Head games, always you and me, baby
Head games, till I cant take it anymore, no more
Head games, instead of makin love, we play
Head games
Head games, in the first degree
Head games, yeah, always you and me
Head games, why do you do it baby?
Head games
song performed by by Foreigner
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I Hear The Cry
i hear the cry....
oppression, enslavement,
beatings, torture, rapes,
and killings.
people of heart,
slaughtered like sheep.
monks self-immoliating,
crying out for justice,
and freedom,
for basic human dignity,
for basic human rights...
i hear the cry...
of Tibet on fire.
and am ashamed
to be part of a world
turned blind and deaf!
free Tibet!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Minorities have a right to appeal to the Constitution as a shield against such oppression.
quote by James K. Polk
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War Games
You’re playing your War Games yet again
Aircraft Carriers, Tanks and Jeeps
Fighting the warfare, and giving pain
Feeling no Karma, you’re in too deep,
You can’t keep starting War Games yet again
A Constitution’s good, not written in stone.
Searching for your Holy Grail
Fighting a War feeling pain
You know it’s going to fail
Peace is the answer, and feeding the poor.
You’ve got power, but you don’t want to let it go, Let it go!
Don't keep on fighting your war games yet again.
The face of the future is asking you How?
You’ll never win any War, so show restrain
You look everywhere, in the back of your mind
Your still playing your war games we must complain
Protecting your finances, while you’ve still got time
Peace is the answer, well it’s better, much better than war
So just remember, you have to, you've got to let us know
When you stop playing your war games forever
You’re playing your War Games together
I want you to make peace and not war
I’m sure you’ve heard that before
You’ve got the power to end it this very day
So stop playing your war games without delay
Let little children grow up in peace,
Stop playing your war games, be clever
It’s better to talk, for the sake of our Earth
You can’t keep playing your war games for ever
Your building a barrier, why can’t you see
You’ve got the cheek to question my sanity.
Just stop playing your War Games altogether
You know talking is the right thing to do
poem by Gordon David
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Suburbs Of Moscow
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Out on my own
In the suburbs of moscow
Out in the rain
Walking down this long avenue
Out to the crowds in the square
Feelings are high everywhere
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Look at the girl
Gazing through the window
Clutching her books
Memorising every line
Keep your belief at the start
This was the faith in my heart
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Where can we go
In the suburbs of moscow
Watching the rain
Beating down empty streets
Yes, the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Some Would Have No Life To Live
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Many sat by and watch this nourish.
And in somes cases,
Encouraged it.
If this affected another race.
And on TV you saw this take place.
With accusations flying...
How 'those' people should be ashamed.
And how 'they' are such a disgrace.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
Many countries wouldn't be what they are,
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saturday Nite
Maurice white, al mckay & philip bailey
It was saturday nite, the moon was bright
Shining down, its harvest light
Music all around to hear, set the stage
And atmosphere--many dress to suit
Their taste, participate in the ego race
Tonites the night, for you to be
Biggest man in history
Saturday nites your curtain call
You found your place after all
I saw a face in the crowd
Sayin nothin, yet talking loud
Life is just a day
Living games we play
London bridge is fallin down
Do what simon says
Doing what you feel,
Games can be unreal
Humpty-dumpty when you fall
There be no one here to call
Life is stil your mystery
You see, you see, you see
Many friends, who gather round
In hope, to feel safe and sound
We emphasize, to make it clear
Our stumbling nations atmosphere
While looking thru the looking glass
Our vision show, a stormy past
When you gonna wake, and see the sun--
Stop wasting time and having fun
Life is just a day
Daily games we play
London bridge has fallen down
You did what simon said
Doing what you feel
Games are so unreal
Humpty-dumpty whyd you fall
You see theres no one here to call
Now weve solved this mystery
You see, you see, you see
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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What About Love?
It crawls inside you
Like a strange disease
One time the giver
Next time the thief
I know what you know
So I won't let this go
You choose your brother
If he looks the same
You dirty white boy
It's all for gain
But I know what you know
So I won't let this go
What about love?
And the human race
What about love?
It's a different face
What about love?
Why can't we embrace?
I've got to know
I want to know
The start of reason
Is the end of hate
Progressive healing
For the corporate
But I know what you know
So I won't let this go
What about love?
And the human race
What about love?
It's a different face
What about love?
Why can't we embrace?
I've got to know
What about love?
And the human race
What about love?
It's a different face
What about love?
It's a big disgrace
I've got to know
I want to know
song performed by by Asia
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Radio Free Moscow
Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether ---
Squeeze the signal through and through.
War of the air-waves
Making scare-waves.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Moscow radio.
Voice of america ---
Symbol of the free.
Mine of disinformation
Pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
Forever naming names.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Keep getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
I put my headphones on ---
Reach out on the beam.
Shutter up the windows ---
Im getting up some steam.
Somebodys at the door
Catching me in the act ---
Theyve been keeping the score.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Yes, Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Face Of Jackal God Mubarak Gnaws Egyptian Bone
Behold face of jackal god hosni
as orders sly chaos across sands
burn new mall order camel charge
Tahrir Square blow up oil pipeline
hear senile whisper there will be chaos
in Saddamish Hitlerish destruction order
I jackal order... survived assassination
dark secret police secrets let me rule more.
Hell no I won’t go I’m alias Soviet Union trained
in air force I US $40 billion to $70 billion gained.
My solution to opposition nuke it seek and destroy
I resurrected Soviet one party state Egypt is my toy.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Mubarak trained in the Soviet Union, attending a Soviet pilot training school in Moscow and another at Kant Air Base, near Bishkek in Kyrgyzstan (then a Soviet republic) from February 1959 to June 1961. Mubarak then trained on the Soviet Ilyushin Il-28 and Tupolev Tu-16 jet bombers. In1964 Mubarak entered the prestigious Frunze Military Academy in Moscow, which offered chairs in operational-tactical disciplines, Marxism-Leninism, history of the CPSU and Party-political work etc. Muhammad Anwar El Sadat, the previous Egyptian President had re-instituting the multi-party system and launched the Infitah reforms, which included economic reforms heavily influenced by the free-market philosophy.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Putin's Witch Hunt Hooligan Crimes
under leader Vladimir Putin
criminal thief must be in jail
men like Mikhail Khodorkovsky
who take an anti-party stand
Putin's Stalinized words
ring dictatorship hollow
as everyone who now lives
in Putin's spun cage knows
thieves in our resurrected
Russia don't exclusively
belong in a jail sentenced
they belong in government
thieves strut in and around
their power base Kremlin
every official high and low
steals steals steals we know?
reaping sly political party line
means not ending up in prison
golden eggs government laid
means choice owning a chunk
of Cyprus Nice or London town
purchase power stems ultimately
from good political calculations
modern 'Gulag' is said to mean
the entire Soviet repressive system
the set of procedures that prisoners
once called the state 'meat-grinder'
the arrests the KGB interrogations?
the transport in unheated cattle cars
forced labor destruction of families
the years spent if survived in exile
the early political unnecessary deaths
beware beware beware Vladimir
with his witch hunt hooliganism
charges Putin's 'regime routinely
jails dissident journalists activists'
Vladimir Putin has his victims
display sit in glass walled cages
any brave citizens who V. Putin
deems dissidents who speak seek
to 'undermine Russian democracy'
Putin's refusal to tolerate dissents
in his new six-year term as president
means any all criticism of V. Putin?
Putin's Stalinized hooliganism is
actually a maximum seven years
Pussy Riot sentence 2 years lenient
Pussy Riot achieved martyr status!
Putin faces dilemma of the tyrant
played in blood throughout the ages
dilemma now foreign policy playing
in Syria in revolt dark bloody form
principle politic relaxation risks
being taken as a sign of weakness
punishment hard too heavy-handed
could crime embolden opponents?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Analyze Broader Regional Implications
of escalating Syrian crisis
status position of pawn religious...
minorities will become an
increasingly important
volatile issue as ethnic Druze
build underground bunkers
in rugged southwest mountains
Druze; Christian; sideline minorities;
not siding with revolt opposition
play cat mouse waiting games
Christian leaders in Syria...
condemned the Arab League's
political suspension of Syria
League's organization imposition
of sanctions on Assad's regime?
enter yet another chess piece
Syrian foreign Kurds remain
divided many still suspicious
of the Sunni Arabs in the SNC
their ties to decades enemy Turkey...
Assad continues attempt to exploit
past present Kurdish Turkish conflicts
Assad reaches out to Kurds in Syria's
northeast therefore view an internal end
to Syria's conflict in near future as
unlikely a full-blown sectarian
civil war looms on present horizons
could be avoided
if an aspiring Alawite...
general overthrows
Assad by means
of a coup military
seems unlikely?
risk indicators uncertain
radar images no Alawite signs
of traitor aggressive plots?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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