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People's representatives
Socalled ruler
Greedy cruel billioner
And poverty proof of guilty
Wealth is man's worth
Might decided good and bad
Thiefs lead state
Business being fraud
Master of abusive vocabulary
Called scholar
Judiciary corrupt
Cash for votes rules and roots
Shameless allround
You are a common man
You feel shy to do things wrong
You have no place today
You may goaway.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Y
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
Pure soul first breath is filled with sin
A young child just born quit suffering
A mother's greed, get high, chasin' ghosts again
This will happen over and over again!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
I look into your eyes, I feel your pain, life's insane
I'm gonna do my best to try again and live again
I know we're all the same, we live our lives it's like a game
And still we do it over and over again!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
First communion done, now your life has just begun
Second plot the whole world is looking with a gun
Another child will do it when he's on the run
The vicious circle of life has just begun!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do!
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you!
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be sooo cruel!
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you!
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
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It's all, yeah, it's all
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It's all decided for you
song performed by by Zug Izland
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In Democracy People Are Supreme
In democracy people are supreme
People elected their representatives
And sent to parliament to make laws
On behalf of them.
To make democracy a success
Endemic protest is necessary
To make the representatives in order
They should cautioned.
People are the soul of parliament
Parliament can change but not people
People are the root parliament is foot.
Come to the people O parliamentarian
O representatives of people
People are your master
You are there in different posts to
Serve the people and to do all welfare works.
Democratic institutions are for the people
Without people the state is a big zero
In democracy people are supreme
Do not handle the people in whim.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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There Are No Pockets In A Shroud
Money makes the world go round,
I wonder who said that,
It must have been a billionaire,
A grass roots spoiled brat.
They take their lead from politicians,
Do as I say Not as I do,
They write how to fiddle editions,
As more funds they must accrue.
The rich are really all the same,
Whether they act or if they sing,
They'll always preach to you and me,
Money isn't everything.
Don't you find it really strange,
It's actually quite funny,
That the very people who make this claim,
Have all got loads of money.
Now I'm not being flippant,
Nor am I being abrupt,
But cash along with power,
Really does corrupt.
They love their yachts and fancy cars,
But you must always be aware,
Though it's you and I who make them rich,
For us they just don't care.
As they live their lives of splendour,
They ignore the plight of others,
To sharing they'll never surrender,
Their self delusion and arrogance smothers.
These greedy people the world over,
Are so obsessed with amassing wealth,
As they strive to make their trillions,
They tend to ignore their health.
Before they know it's time to go,
They shout out, we need more time,
We've got loads of lovely dosh to spend,
To take us now would be a crime.
When they arrive at Heavens gate,
They all put on a frown,
No debit cards or hard fast cash,
Just a plain white gown.
God says, on Earth you were rich and famous,
You stood out in a crowd,
But you cannot take it with you,
‘'There Are No Pockets In A Shroud''
Good things come to those who Wait
When people get abusive someway
Are spreading hostility and hate
Harness your emotions, control your state
Indulge neither in discussion, nor debate
Leave certain things to God and fate
Good things come to those who wait.
Spiteful words and double meaning talks
Backbiting and spying so difficult to tolerate
On encounters, they always negate
Cash in your patience, better to collate
Time will answer such foul mates
Good things come to those who wait
Patience is a virtue
Some learn, others have innate
Whether it present or future state
Gratification delays makes one Great
Tame your energies, stay steady and sedate
Good things come to those who wait.
Can you Relate?
poem by Samima Shah
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The Confession
I HAVEN'T always acted good:
I've taken things not meant for me;
Not other people's drink and food,
But things they never seemed to see.
I haven't done the way I ought
If all they say in church is true,
But all I've had I've fairly bought,
And paid for pretty heavy too.
For days and weeks are very long
If you get nothing new and bright,
And if you never do no wrong
Somehow you never do no right.
The chap that daresent go a yard
For fear the path should lead astray
May be a saint--though that seems hard,
But he's no traveller, any way.
Some things I can't be sorry for,
The things that silly people hate:
But some I did I do deplore,
I knew, inside, they wasn't straight.
And when my last account is filed,
And stuck-up angels stop their song,
I'll ask God's pardon like a child
For what I really knew was wrong.
If you've a child, you'd rather see
A bit of temper, off and on,
A greedy grab, a silly spree--
And then a brave thing said or done
Than hear your boy whine all day long
About the things he musn't do:
Just doing nothing, right or wrong:
And God may feel the same as you.
For God's our Father, so they say,
He made His laws and He made me;
He'll understand about the way
Me and His laws could not agree.
He might say, 'You're worth more, My son,
Than all My laws since law began.
Take good with bad--here's something done--
And I'm your God, and you're My man.'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I Wont Feel Bad
If I said you were evil
Youd knock me off my feet
If I said youre a good girl
Youd bore me off my seat
Youll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
Im frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men
Id give you all I can now
I dont have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
Its written in the books
In the literature that Ive read
Temporary blindness
Breezing through the fog again
Youll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
Im frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men
Id give you all I can now
I dont have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I never get enough of it
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
Bad bad bad!!!
song performed by by Simply Red
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Corruption rampant
No body is there to serve the people.
Are the common people not necessary?
Are the common people burden of the state?
The act the law the rules the regulation
Are of no use for the common people.
The common people are in no way
connected with the main stream of the state.
Corruption rampant everywhere
No body bother about anything
No body bother about the state.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Our Reflective Mirror
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror does that seem fair to say
And what we sow we do receive life's always been this way
Our deceitful and greedy politicians the mirror of our deceit and greed
Of corruption on election day 'tis we who plant the seed
They are our own reflection for want of a better name
And perhaps we should first look at ourselves when them we choose to blame
Of the poverty that surrounds us from where we live not far away
The gap between the haves and the have nots is getting wider by the day
So many do grow poorer for every millionaire
And some will tell you such is life though life on many doesn't seem fair
You hear the Government Ministers talk of the good economy
But that does little for the millions living in poverty
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror though with that few may agree
And despite what you may think or say that's how it seems to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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May Be A Price To Pay
(lead vocal - elmer gantry)
Somethings wrong in this house today
While the master was riding the servants decided to play
Somethings wrong in this house today
Somethings been going on there may be a price to pay
Theres evil brewing, getting out of control
And Im helpless I cant put it right
Somethings unrighteous is possessing my soul
And its cold in the heat of the night
Somethings wrong in this house today
While the sorcerer slept the apprentice decided to play
While the master was hiding the servants decided to play
Might be too much sun or too much of something in the air
Whatevers happening nobody else is aware
Theres evil brewing, getting out of control
And Im helpless I cant put it right
Somethings unrighteous is possessing my soul
And its cold in the heat of the night
Somethings wrong in this house today
Somethings been going on there may be a price to pay
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On Reading Of The World's 100 Wealthiest People
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they haven't eaten their bones showing through their skin.
The World's 100 wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the World's 100 wealthiest people why should I wish to know
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the World's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The World's wealthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Government and Maoist
Maoists are there to safeguard the common interest and development
Government is there to look to the welfare of the people.
Both are sitting together for common good.
Maoist, you please comeforward shunning
All violence and illegal activities.
Government oficials and peoples representatives
You please comeforward with clean hands and open mind
shunning all corrupt and illegal activities.
Both are sitting together for common good.
We the common and ordinary citizens are fortunate enough
To find both the Government and the Maoists sit together
For our development and welfare.
Both the Maoists and the Government should be committed
To do good and to maintain the atmosphere
With peace and harmony.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Only Wish
I only wish I were a better person
And do at least one good deed every day
There is plenty room for me of self improvement
On the righteous path to go I have some way.
In the World there are so many good people
Some doctors and nurses go to Countries far away
To improve the health of poverty stricken people
Without Government assistance or any cash for pay.
Some semi skilled and skilled people leave their Hometowns
For to work in Lands where poverty is rife
To impart their knowledge to the poor less privileged
And help them to attain for themselves a far better life.
I only wish I were a better person
Since that is all to which I do aspire,
So many who do lead by good example
And these are the people that I do most admire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The World's One Hundred Wealthiest
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they have not eaten their bones showing through
their skin.
The world's one hundred wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty.
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the world's one hundred wealthiest people why should I wish to know?
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the world's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The world's weaalthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We have common enemies today. It's called childhood poverty. It's called cancer. It's called AIDS. It's called Parkinson's. It's called Muscular Dystrophy.
quote by Jerry Doyle
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To Be The Best You Can Be Ought To Be Good Enough
There is good in most people and some in their ways kind
And amongst the egotistical greatness is a state of mind
And some very famous people towards humility inclined
But a truly perfect human being in the World you will not find
But to live as a good person is the best you can wish to be
Though with that I feel certain many would disagree
Millions daydream of wealth and fame and it would seem to me
That you will not find many people for to embrace poverty
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough
In a Human World where millions are hungry, poor and homeless and living and sleeping rough
Always be kind to others and help those of help in need
One of the main causes of human poverty has to be human greed
Life is not an Earthly Paradise and many do live it tough
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Total Sad Demise
It is dead song now and carries no meaning
We used to rejoice at their reversals when not winning
The British Empire was slowly loosing its hold
Each territory was claiming independence from their fold
We thought foreign yoke was blot on our motherland
They had come as traders and pretended as friends
We forgave them for their territorial greed and trade
But can any one ell us where are we today before memory fads?
As foreign occupants, they cheated, looted and even ruled
Today our own representatives have lied and fooled
Where the poor men in street and what are are they dreaming?
They curse their past sacrifice and wish old tyrants for home coming
Not a single place we find where they have not laid their hands!
Not a single individual we find who has not grabbed a piece of land!
Who knows how much wealth they have deposited in foreign countries?
Poor find no bread for square meals with enough of plight and miseries
Can we take pride in claiming as true democratic people?
Are we able to shape the rules despite being able to?
Our mandate has become guaranteed period to misrule
No restriction and counter checks to force their way or curtail
People may find end to their patience
Still some time is left to come to sense
When nothing is left to eat and cloth the body
They will only be left to the mercy of somebody
Each and every politician is claiming some reward
Let people go to hell but he needs in kind and awards
We wished foreigners good luck when they departed
The locals are forced on us and they will never be parted
Rules and regulations are made mockery of the system
Judiciary and rule of the laws are of laughing stock with them
Freedom speech means accusation in every direct without basis
Like mad bull roaming in street with no means to chase and emphasis
We take oath under the name of religion to cheat
Spread hatred and lies so people take to arms and fight
What else we have done to glorify our past sacrifices?
We feel shame to remember past glory with total demise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How an Ordinary!
How an ordinary man can steer the course?
Of a mighty nation crumbled under its own weight of course
Relentless struggle with no support from people
Yet so much zeal and enthusiasm and capable
How difficult and dangerous is half won struggle?
How dangerous is it to interpret the law of jungles?
Where each individual animal is in search of easy pry
When find the field is open then why not to try?
Country can go to dogs if not nurtured
Not imparted rights and duties and ignorantly ventured
Who else can shed the blood for country’s in dependence?
And yet very much linked to each other for dependence
Anna Hazare showed the way to harness people’s energy
It was neither funded by any group or helped with money
It was self emancipation of like minded people with resolve
Stick on the roads if not tried earnestly for problems to solve
Only people are supreme in nation’s voice
People choose the representatives to work on promises
Rules and regulations are for smooth functioning
Not to subvert it for self interest and undermining
What does the constitution guarantee to its people?
Administration free from fear, strong and capable
Independent judiciary to uphold the basic rights
Where does the question arise leading to fights!
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
If things are not pursued positively
Rulers have to draw strength from the source
That can’t come away by manipulating force
Parliament or anybody can be called holy home
Members or representatives are always welcome
They are our sign of hopes and guardians
Why are we put to shame to call them as custodians?
Take for granted if population rises in revolt
Demands better facilities and control over faults
Things must be takes as possible eruption of volcano
They will be forced out and this they must know
If crowd remain silent with no provocation
It is nice, good and healthy indication
We have lost no love or turned enemy in relation
But today it is the answer we are searching in question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cruel Formality
The dark weather spreading all place people shivered by cool humidity
Somebody shivered without food they wealth thieving cruel people like beast they cry
Turn to back for doctrine demolish impartial earn money from pray
Although they thieving money from innocent man who shivered beneath cold with sever hungry
The rich man drunk and with fill full stomach kicking innocent people
At last programmed of development country poverty people killing or arrest using them power of command till end of life
The king of people around many of queen drinking wine eating grapes discussing condition of people
Although suffered people by poverty around anybody no one shivered by rich man curse
Greedy judges and lawyers no sense of doctrine never giving for recompenses for living
Try to hang suffered people without guilty seem everything tie with lying
Just seem to be visage of poverty innocent people they turn to charge try to arrest they noising
Without free walking in him motherland living in formality who one talks him party for surviving
Every hoped broke cry him front of altar do pure my sole till redness both eyes
Although every one cure for rich people they never singing or written sad poems
Heritage of own country living and freely talking freely for fill stomach well without blanks
Make him courage for see better formality the doctrine follow him whispered blowing winds
poem by Inguruwatta Pushpadewa
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It Ain't None of My Business?
It 'ain't' none of my business?
Wrong!
If I'm qualified for you to dump,
Issue upon issue on me.
Bring up what you call 'facts'...
That I am not there for you,
When you need me?
You say I am not sensitive enough,
To understand your 'pain'.
And I am not man enough...
Because I have one job and not two?
To take care of your wants and needs?
While you go behind my back,
And screw a dude or 'whatever' you do?
And I'm suppose to please you...
So your friends can understand,
How good of a man I am?
If I am good enough to tolerate your nonsense,
Day and night...
At times jeopardizing my peace?
Trying to do things right!
Guess what?
EVERYTHING you do 'is' my business!
And then you want to call the police on me...
Because YOU have driven me to the brink!
And your version of reality,
Is the only version they hear and choose to see?
Guess what?
EVERYTHING you do 'is' my business!
And as long as I feel it is?
It will be!
Now I want you to tell everybody I said that.
And when they begin to start paying a bill in this house...
Listening to you complain about this and that,
And witness me put up with your daily crap?
Trust me...
They will help me validate without hesitation,
You are not nearly half of the mate you should be!
Not for me!
EVERYTHING you do is my business.
If I say that it is!
Including who you sleep with...
In our bed that is neither hers or his.
Can you hear what I said?
EVERYTHING you do is my business!
Including who you sleep with...
In our bed!
It 'ain't' none of my business?
I can't believe that's what you said!
Wrong!
EVERYTHING you do is my business.
You certainly ought to be grateful...
One of us is not dead!
You have no idea how much of your business,
Is not even yours.
People know what is going on,
As if we live behind glass walls...
And have no curtains or doors!
The neighbors even believe...
I should leave you to feed my own needs.
That's the conversations they are having!
While you are here on your knees,
Pleasing 'whoever'...
When you should be praying,
That I haven't lost my sanity!
It 'ain't' none of my business?
You have proven yourself to be pointless,
Mindless 'and' common 'senseless'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Animal called politician
I am special and unique kind of magician
I can also be called as shameless politician
I claim to have descended directly from heaven
I have full right to enjoy full facilities even
I care no hoots for poor and needy
I am prepared to be called greedy
My coffer should be filled with money and enough land
For me there is no permanent foe or friend
I have special skill to amass the wealth
I care for no one and maintain excellent health
Each and every case is differently dealt with
I am armed will all the skills up to teeth
God was merciful to have granted me with skill
Everything was easy and could be done at will
People touched feet and offered whatever I wanted
It was rudderless ship I was called up on to be boarded
The ship to be taken in any direction without fear of direction
No doubts to be cast on sincerity for any of the action
Almost granted with full indemnity and blessed with fortune
I have developed the skill for people to dance with my tune
How long I shall rule the area or country?
Will I have unrestricted access or entry?
Will people tolerate it for all the times to come?
Will there be love lost or I shall be unwelcome?
I have become thick skinned animal and fearless
They will need me all the time so long as they are leaderless
I shall take full precaution not to afford them any awareness
Else it may invite dawn fall much to the discomfort and bitterness
People have short memory and forget easily
I shall spend the rest of my life happily
Who cares for national sentiments and poverty?
Though the politics is considered as mean and dirty
I think of going away from such politics
It may be considered as high skill and tactics
It is good medium to serve the people on mass scale
The people may not spare if your action is failed
No politician has died as poor hungry man
Even though less corrupt, he may be remembered as gentleman
It may be necessity and compulsion in life to attain enough wealth
Still that is being tolerated and paid mark of respect on his death
It may be completely naïve to blame wholly on his logic
We have built him and brought to such level to create magic
The nation or country might not have developed to such a large scale
Had he not been given free hand to move in sea as whale?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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