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One day in jail

One day in jail
and the next
on the throne,
and unlike Joseph,
as the ruling Faro.

From prison
straight to parliament and cabinet
and to live
in the President’s mansion.

From one man’s terrorist
and the leader of bomb planting killers,
to another man’s freedom fighter
and the leader of a nation.

From a prisoner
to someone with integrity
and dignity and a passion
for his people.

All of this may sound
like a really mad plot,
but the truth is at times
much stranger than fiction.

poem by Gert Strydom
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An Influential Leader

We need today an influential leader, for a nation that has gone awry,
A man who cares much deeper, about The Lord, who reigns on High,
Who is guided in all his choices, by The Creator, who rules the skies,
And not moved by political voices, causing the country sure demise.

We need a leader who is not afraid, to stand upon the Word of God,
Marching not in the political parade, but, led by God’s staff and rod,
This to lead this now divided nation, a country which all truly cherish,
Back to God’s sure Revelation, before, as a people we surely perish.

We need a leader of more courage, who will rise up and take a stand,
Pointing all, to their blessed heritage, all across this prosperous land,
A man made of truth and integrity, who stands behind his moral guns,
Through each town and every city, long after, for office this man runs.

He will need character and fortitude, to lead a nation that’s so diverse,
For, with such a divided multitude, things ahead could only get worse.
He needs a vision sound and clear, to reach all the country as a whole,
To comfort those who fall into fear, as it speaks to this country’s soul.

A leader with God’s righteousness, who will choose to do what’s right,
To take us out of this moral mess, to lead us from darkness into light.
A leader to move the hearts of men, clear across the land that we trod,
So all of the people can say again, truly we are one nation under God.

poem by Bob Gotti
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More Eyes Are Opened Wide

They wish to blame their failures,
On someone that isn't there yet.
Someone who isn't officially their leader.
Someone who respects,
The one who led them and created their mess.

And yet this new leader,
Is expected to correct this!
He is one who is highly respected.
But a crisis that affects their lives...
Had been their before his brilliance,
Was long suspected!

And that leader who diminished,
Their quality of life...
They followed and allowed him,
To destroy their values.
As it is observed and reflected.

And the new leader,
Although black...
Is expected to restore their dignity.
And quickly clean up their filthy dirty tracts.
As has been historically accustomed.
But these times more eyes are opened wide.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A freedom fighter

A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter

He never stood and watched
He was part of them
Those who had hearts for the innocent people
But in the end he was a leader

He was the one who was punished
Punished for the wonderful things he did for the people
He did them with his power
Now he earn the people respect

They love him he’s their hero
He fought for them
He fought for people’s freedom
Yes he is our freedom fighter

He never gave up no matter what
They never got him down no matter what they did
He stayed away from home and family
Living in locked house for 27 years
Almost his man time in Roben Island

He is South Africa’s father
He is Africa’s father
He is the world’s father
He is every one’s father, a loved father
He is our freedom fighter

A special dedication to:
Mr. Nelson Mandela
Tata

poem by Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi
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A Good Leadership

A good leader
leading by example
is a good leader
showing the way
By rational moves
with endurances and love
He rules his subjects
Disciplines of people
He make his goals
The subject progress is
All his dream
Education, A must
To good leader
As ass on the throne
Formal education not only his yard stick
With life's experience
A good leader, A jewel
At home
write by james

poem by James Prince
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Freedom Fighter

You cant control me tell me what to do
Chained in mediocrity so I can be like you
I am not a statue not part of a machine
Im sick and tired of the whole routine
Calculate your future, computerise your past
Instant replay if its gone too fast
Take away my freedom, take away my home
Im only human but it might now show
Im not made of stone
Im a freedom fighter I got something to say
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way
Hide behind your politics, hide behind your rules
Tell me Im a man but you treat me like a fool
Its the same old story with a different name
You give us all a number and nothing changes
Out in the winter of a world upon its knees
Everyone is watching but no one sees
You cant take my freedom you know it is my right
If you try and stop me Im gonna fight
With all of my might
Im a freedom fighter and Im taking command
Im a freedom fighter and Im making a stand
Fighting for breath as the world gathers speed
Times running out for the things that I need
Im a freedom fighter I gotta take a stand
Im a freedom fighter, yeah thats what I am
Im a freedom fighter I cant take it no more
Im a freedom fighter no no more
Im a freedom fighter but Im not afraid
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way.

song performed by by Rainbow
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No leader sets out to become a leader. People set out to live their lives, expressing themselves fully. When that expression is of value, they become leaders. So the point is not to become a leader. The point is to become yourself, to use yourself completely

quote by Warren G. Bennis
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My Prison of Visions

Another bomb explodes, bodies far and wide;
The concussion spreads, resembling a tide.

These terrorist, murderers they are, soldiers not;
Targeting the young, old, murder they plot.

These visions I have seen, imprison my mind;
In a world of evil, the pits of mankind.

Where children are slain, used for their purity;
Terrorist know the good, saving the young is surety.

The prison that holds my mind is hell;
Where the evil call home, long they dwell.

This prison was created, by the sons of the devil;
Terrorist who seek many deaths, organized to bedevil.

They murder their own, who just seek peace;
They only want a vote, of who shall police.

Over and over, I see it, over and over;
People mowed down by this concussion.

poem by Joe Moore
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Good Leader

A good leader
is the one
who will lead his people
not to war
but to a better life.

When I say
a better life
it's a life
where hunger
does not exist,
education and medication
is of reach.

So a leader
who could lead his people
to a better life
is the leader
whom I will salute
for he is the only leader
whom I will call
a good leader.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Since Sheep They've Been

They want their leader to fail.
For reasons not as obvious,
As demons who tell tall tales.
Demons who wish,
Their created decadence prevails.

And if he should fail,
Unfortunately...
So does everyone,
In the entire country.
You see...
He is their first leader with integrity.
And all of those around the world...
Can see this very clearly.

And the truth he tells,
Conflicts with those who have told tall tales.
And a defeat is all they accept they will receive.
Since sheep they've been in accepting fear to believe.

'But those interests that are ours are the best in the world! '

~Which ones are the most envied?
And why are others pleading for you to leave?
Except for your leader,
Who is treated as if he is royalty!
Have they been fed on deceit as well? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Leader

I am your leader.
Follow me to the promised land.
I'll deliver you from the scum that fills the earth.
My wrath to scorch the world.

Your leader here to fill with fear,
the scum that takes us now our honor smears.
It's time forme to clean the trash.
The leaer now is useless,
and cowers so fast.

I'm your leader now we'll conquer need,
destroying all that displeases me.
I'm tired of waiting for change that's not there.
A nation of cowards that fear the very change of the air.

Your leader is here now bw at my feet.
If you don't like what I do you'll feel
pain and anguish so true.
I will not take this further disgrace.
Of deling with retards in this small living space.

Breathing room now your leader does say.
If your not here to help I'll put you out of my way.
Death and destruction,
such pain and awesome reward.
First is the suffering then victory and bounty to hoard.

Your leader is delivered,
Praise the God that's here now.
I'll deliever us from demons that destroy and surround.
I am the man a leader born true.
If you are undesireble I'm coming for you.

poem by Michael McParland
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The wicked leader is he who the people despise. The good leader is he who the people revere. The great leader is he who the people say, 'We did it ourselves.'

quote by Lao Tzu
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A leader who doesn't hesitate before he sends his nation into battle is not fit to be a leader.

quote by Golda Meir
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The properties of a leader

A leader must have faith
and trust that his plans
and things are going to work.

a Leader must have integrity
and be able to find a way,
through good and evil
and must not seek his own interest.

a Leader must have a vision
and look at the future
and make long-term plans,
rather than to look
at the here and now.

a Leader must be able to act resolutely
and to stay with his decisions
and not to change,
like the wind blows
and be like one
that sees the unseeable.

[Reference: “And by faith Moses,
when he come to years
refused to be called the son
of Pharaoh’s daughter;

Choosing rather to suffer affliction
with the people of God,
than to enjoy the pleasures
of sin for a season;

Esteeming the reproach of Christ
greater riches than the treasures of Egypt;
for he had respect
unto the recompetence of the reward.

By faith he forsook Egypt,
not fearing the wrath of the king:
for he endured,
as seeing him who is invisible.”
Hebrews 11: 24-27]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Ken

YOWWW! Ha!
We look to the left and to the right
We need help but nobody's in sight
Where is the man that we all need
Well tell him he's to come and rescue me
Chorus:
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC
Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
Now can't you see
That we need the leader of the GLC
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)
Who is the funky sex machine?
(KEN!!)
Who is the leader of the GLC?
(KEN!!)
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)
Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
(KEN!!)
Can't you see
That we need ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the WAHWHAYEAYEAYEAYEA!!!!
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
(KEN!)
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC!!

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Waiting on the barbarians (a reply to C.P. Cavafy)

Called up for armed military service
hundreds of thousands white boys
are forced into a war
of whom I am but a single one

and with all battles won and even the war,
with the enemy forces shattered,
thousands of Cubans killed,
almost a hundred enemy tanks shot out,
hundreds of enemy armoured cars destroyed,
even the soviets admitting that no victory
against us is possible

the man with the bold polished head
doesn’t surrender, doesn’t even sell out,
no, he gives the whole country away
and gets a Nobel Prize for it

he opens the prison doors for the leaders
of bomb planting killers
to walk to freedom
and we and the world expect the barbarians
who used burning tires as necklaces
to appear
and out steps a man, dignified
and also receives a Nobel Prize
for his charity

and now years later the damage is done
with affirmative action
and nobody that is white who still has a job
realizes the impact of it,
that it is just another kind of racial discrimination
and slowly but surely in the long run
every white person is forced to into poverty

and the bold man sees himself
as a hero,
is viewed as a type of messiah by some
and the utmost traitor by others

and I wonder where the barbarians are
who torched living people?
Since they did not come but for one
who was the leader of our own ranks
whose actions are forcing everyone
slowly but surely into the gutter

and now the present government
wants to implement a law
to take away freedom of speech
to quench, to sensor, to scrap all poems all stories,
all news articles like this.

[Reference: Waiting on the Barbarians by C.P. Cavafy.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Passion

(rod stewart / chen, savigar, cregan, grainger)
Somebody somewhere
In the heat of the night
Looking pretty dangerous
Running out of patience
Tonight in the city
You wont find any pity
Hearts are being twisted
Another lover cheated, cheated
In the bars and the cafes, passion
In the streets and the alleys, passion
A lot of pretending, passion
Everybody searching, passion
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Passion, passion
Passion, passion
New york, moscow, passion
Hong kong, tokyo, passion
Paris and bangkok, passion
A lotta people aint got, passion
Hear it in the radio, passion
Read it in the papers, passion
Hear it in the churches, passion
See it in the school yards, passion
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Once in love youre never out of danger
One hot night spent with a stranger
All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah
Alone in your bed at night, passion
Its half past midnight, passion
As you turn out your sidelight, passion
Something aint right, passion
Theres no passion, theres no passion
Theres no passion, I need passion
You need passion, we need passion
Cant live without passion
Wont live without passion
Even the president needs passion
Everybody I know needs some passion
Some people die and kill for passion
Nobody admits they need passion
Some people are scared of passion
Yeah passion

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Paper President

A new leader was elected, then anointed
First black leader and white house resident
The duped young voters were disappointed
Surprise!
Obama was just another “Paper President”

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Ghetto Blaster

(stewart, cregan, savigar)
This song aint meant to be pretty
It aint meant to make you dance
Theres so many unsolved problems
Too many empty, angry hands
A little child in ethiopia
Will die before this song is through
Poor eyes have only seen sadness
Oh God show us what to do
Im not preaching, Im just singing
Trying to get a message through
Im not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Take us to your leader
Think about it
A billion dollars on the arms race
Billions floating round in space
Opecs counting out its money
Hunger stares us in the face
The battlefield is little children
Caught in a cross fire of hate
How can we call ourselves christians
How can we turn the other way
Im not preaching, Im just singing
Trying to get a message through
Im not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Listen to what theyre sayin
Take us to your leader
Think about it
Nostradamus gave us warning
You will never walk away
One neutron bomb in the morning
May just ruin your whole day
Im not preaching, Im just singing
Trying to get a message through
Im not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Listen to what theyre sayin
Take us to your leader
Take us to your leader

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Nation awakes

Total seizure and encroachment of human rights
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise

Once a leader always a leader
Public failed to read them as reader
All laws and rules meant for public
That has been impetrated as republic

Murderers and mafias can attack at will
Parliament is refuge for thieves to kill
Two birds with one stones
Protection on one side and seat as throne

Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise

Weak judiciary amounting delay in justice
Kept strength at low and not fulfilling the promises
Natural wealth is stolen in day light
Where are the human rights activists to fight?

Beggars rule the national front
Daily corruption comes to light and confront
Right minded people think about real democracy
Who has the real power in hand with supremacy?

Can we not recall people’s representatives?
Can we not decide the fate of natives?
Why wolves are allowed free roam in the streets?
Why can we not amend the rules for expectations to meet?

It is firm resolve not to allow total eclipse
It will meet stiff resistance and response
No one can take it granted where people rule
Not a single or powerful man must try to make them fool

It is awareness and aspirations
Where so many things pose questions
Nation can not progress with empty belly
All measures may stand useless and silly

Poor must find place and say
They can’t be denied rights and pushed away
Entire nation may burn
And turn in rubbles and ruins

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Will Freedom Be Free?

Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled in the school
Of hard knocks.
He doesn’t know about the university
But knows the rules of the universe.

All he knows about democracy
What Clara has said to him.
And again he has seen the people vote
And has observed Presidents take oath.

Freedom was all hopeful one day
When Clara told
Him to hold
On, because most of the African Leaders
Have studied the universe
In the best universities.

Yes we can hold on as the world
Becomes a better place
He said with high hopes
Of an ignorant youth.

Freedom heard about Harvard, Stanford
Leeds and so on for the first time
And nodded his head with a big smile.

Freedom was so disappointed
One day
When a debate on TV
Proved that the leaders
Are taking Orders
From the out side.

It sounded like a fiction to him
Freedom went wild on the streets
Asking about his chances in life
As an African youth twenty
One and growing.

Mr. President.
Where were you When your
Comrades Overseas were
Achieving for their people?
Oxford, Harvard or Leeds?
I hear they are the best in the world
Why can't you save the people from
The hustles?
Why can’t you ease the frustration
And desperations of the youth?

Freedom pulled up his big baggies,
And stood looking at sign post
That read ‘Poverty Reduction, ’
He perched by a kiosk and continued

“You pronounce honors and value,
In your speech, you sounded deep
But talk is cheap.
You insisted on intelligence.
But our institution can't produce a thing,
What a sad system?
Freedom turned around angry with himself

Is it truly
Controlled from the outside?
Is it that bad that even the food seller
Can't afford three square meals?

This doesn’t sound real to me?
Would you please answer me
Mr. President?
Freedom’s Rage
Was big for his age.

Freedom continued.
We can’t figure what you learnt
In school. Or is it just a brain wash camp?
I am not sure about your,
Honors, cheated in exams huh?

Freedom sounded so rude that
I assumed
he might have been jailed
Before.
He certainly felt very failed
And disappointment was
All over his face.

Would you jail, bail or hail
Freedom if you were the
President?

Would you cool him
And help enroll him
In school or leave
Him to rot in jail
Without bail?

Freedom has lost his cool
He has been out of school
For some time now, he roams
The street to find a home
In prison with or without reason
Will Freedom ever be free?

(Despair of a Displaced Person series)

poem by Aziz Baako
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