People are afraid
People are afraid
of the year 2012 that are coming
and expect something to happen
that is going to tear the world apart,
but maybe man himself
is his greatest enemy.
At times I wonder about guns
killing in Afghanistan and Iraq
and bombs dropping from bombers
there on people
while a super power
like before
stand free from her deeds
and of nuclear bombs
exploding on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
not a lot is said about
and people look only
at the inhumanities
of Hitler and Stalin
and almost nothing
is said about Harry S. Truman.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nobody even dared him
Nobody even dared him
but Harry S Truman gave the command
to dropp two atomic bombs
in quick succession
while relaxing in his lounge chair
and the Enola Gay flew away
while Harry played with his grandchildren
to far off Hiroshima
and another bomber went to Nagasaki
and the people of those cities
were no longer there
had been obliterated in two blasts
with the intensity of exploding suns
with mushroom clouds rising in the air
right into the upper atmosphere
and two hundred and forty thousand
men, women and children
had been evaporated, shot to bits,
fried and incinerated
and those that remained were contaminated
with gamma radiation and suffered terribly
from the effects of it
and poor Harry did not know
how to use a rifle nor a gun
to win a decent war
and thought that dropping atomic bombs
would be great fun, displaying American power
to the world, with weapons
incinerating like the sun
and would greatly retaliate the losses
at Pearl Harbour
and by ordering it became a mass murderer.
[References: They Dared Him by Kevin Myhill. Anybody that views this poem as a attack on America, or Americans in general, do not really comprehend what it is saying.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Usama Bin Laden
Hated by a great part of humanity
and blessed by maybe more
and his desperate deeds
that pulled people out of live,
a super country couldn’t stop.
Miserable to his soul
that a super power used him and his people
as pawns in a power struggle
and later left them like rubbish on a dump,
he made that power
pay a sacrifice for her deeds.
True to his religion
and steadfast to what he believe,
nobody and nothing
could stop him in his decisions
and ultimate mission.
What looked to others
like insanity,
he achieved
and struck unexpected
out of a wide blue sky.
Thousands of bombs
rain down from the air
and nobody can stop
the anger of a perplexed super power,
where her soldiers
with overpowering force and weaponry
kill their enemy and the innocent
and sow havoc in Arabic countries.
Even Saddam Hussein
had to pay a price,
but huge wealth and almost
unstoppable intelligence sources
Cannot find Usama,
while the raging dragon
destroys blindly.
If you look at his character
as a person
and take Bin Laden out of the war,
he has integrity and grace
and he stays dedicated
to his god and people
and are willing to sacrifice everything
to get a sort of justice.
For some Adolf Hitler was great
and Stalin a hero
and still it can change nothing
to the impact,
of their and Bin Ladin’s deeds
as mass killers
that nobody can make undone.
Like many before him,
he’s one man’s terrorist
and another’s freedom fighter
and the things that his followers do
puts blood on his hands
and their deeds shout
to the highest heavens.
I wonder what the warnings
that he gives to his enemy
really mean and if again,
death bells
will toll in that Western land?
Maybe New York, Los Angeles,
San Francisco, Boston
or Washington
will burn like candles
in the sky
and it will let Nagasaki and Hiroshima
look like a childs game.
It’s just sorry
that the innocent pay the highest price,
while politicians, the bosses of the CIA
and people that control
the lives of others,
stays untouched
and others gets the punishment for it
and Usama still remains free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A War Raging On
There's a war raging on
Though I know not where
There are people fighting
Though they do not care
Soldiers are fighting
Mothers are crying
Fathers are preaching
For their sons are dying,
For their is a war killing
And no one really cares.
There's bullets shooting
As I see the guns loading
And there's planes flying
For I feel the bombs exploding,
I see war and I see blood
And death upon the sand
There's hunger and death
I still see in His hand,
For there's people killing
As I see the blood flowing.
There's soldiers marching
For I hear them coming
The killing is flowing
For I see the children running,
There are people being shot
Poets getting caught
Murderers being sought
Lessons again being taught,
For there is a war raging
As the soldiers are hunting.
There is a war coming
For I hear the horns blowing
There is more killing coming
For I see the hate growing,
Children are getting killed
Burying bombs in the fields
Land is being destroyed
Mountains are becoming hills,
For there is a war coming
For I see the hate showing.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Too Many Desperate People Far From Calm
Too many enemies,
Defended against!
Too many enemies,
Picked from picket fences.
Too many people,
Offended by the minute.
Who think the laws amended...
Give others right to bend!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb...
KABOOM-BOOM!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb,
BOOM!
Too many enemies,
Picked from picket fences.
And weakening defenses!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
KABOOM-BOOM!
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb...
BOOM-BOOM.
Too many gloomy people seeking to BOOM!
Too many people up in arms,
Alarmed!
Too many desperate people,
Far from calm.
Too many people feeling they are in harm.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here We Go Again
Here we go again
One of the world biggest army has attacked Gaza, the world
biggest prison, how many killed? Who cares? I’m fed up of
this war now, we have been ringing around trying to book
a table at restaurant, everything is full in the neighbourhood.
The Gaza people have brought this on themselves, agreed
to a democratic election and elected Hamas, Israel wasn’t
standing for that having leaders who think Israel is a crown
of thorns carried by every Arab in the region; and as we know
by now (we have been told it often enough) that plucky little
Israel has the right to defend herself no matter what, they
have had their holocaust someone else can carry the can this
time. And then there is bloody Iraq, luckily not on the front
news anymore, but bombs are going off all the time killing
scores of people, at Christmas I ask you, as we sit down to eat
we get blood and mangled bodies in dusty streets, with our
turkey and two veg. why can’t Sunnis and Shiites live in peace
like us. Then there is Afghanistan those crazy Taliban and opium
smugglers like murdering people, so what we are doing there
beats me dropping bombs on wrong targets killing children and
guests at a wedding, it is their own fault, this habit of shooting
bullets up in the air confusing helicopter pilots. So who care?
It is Christmas give us a break and, anyway, without us, those
people would be riding around in donkeys. Wife rang she has
been to book a restaurant table, it is a long drive by taxi, but
what’s the heck it’s only New Year once a year…get it?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dropping those atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki was a war crime.
quote by George Wald
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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When Will I Be Free?
When will i be free without these bombs around me?
When will i be free from these wars around me?
When will i be free without these dead bodies around me?
For the bullets and the bombs are killing my people in Libya!
And in don't know when they will be free from all these! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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All People...
the people who were killed
at Pearl Harbor, at Hiroshima,
in the Nazi death camps,
in Vietnam, in Iraq, in Afghanistan....
on 9/11....
were all people,
many with families, all with dreams
of living and loving....
it is both tragic and sad
how they died, and that they died....
it is also a sad truth
that all the killing in the world
wont bring them back,
and will never redeem what happened....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Man Who Talks To God
For one of self proclaimed devotion his behaviour seems odd
And he is known by many as the man who talks to God
His so called war on terrorism has left thousands of people dead
Of his wars in Afghanistan and Iraq so much written and said.
George W always talks to God when in his church he pray
God told him to bomb Afghanistan and George W did obey
And then he told him to invade Iraq and dropp bombs on Baghdad
His must be a judgemental God to decide good from bad.
The privileged one who talks to God he fights to cling to power
His God cares for the noxious weed and poisons the peace flower
His God who seems so righteous for the poor doesn't show much sympathy
And for the people who believe in other Gods he lacks in empathy.
He is the one who talks to God one of his God's chosen few
He wages war in his God's name and to his God he is true
When his God tells him to go to war he always does obey
It takes all kinds to make up the Human World each to their own they say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Power To The People
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
A million workers working for nothing
You better give em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Yeah, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
song performed by by Lennon John
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How small does our world appear
How small does our world appear
when jets traces lines through the sky
and email immediately goes through
and everything can be fit in
a tin or two and quick fix
is like a magic word.
Yet some things
takes greater understanding
and values, believes
and knowledge to solve.
Culture, way of life,
hopes and fears
are different
to different people
and every society
needs to solve its problems
in its own way.
I have seen the naivety
of a quick fix superpower
causing more damage
than there was before
when it tried
to change the world
to its way of life
and believes.
Bombers, fighter jets,
battle tanks and bombs
raining down
and the absurd
use of force,
killed the guilty
and the innocent fell
while that Super power
chased the shadows.
The whole world knew
how lies was turned
into truth
and the gun was supreme
and still the struggle
goes on
and the world pays the price
and I wonder when
the killing will stop
and people will respect
one another
and will have
an own place in the sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Inhumanity Still Like Before, Marches On
The killing of six million innocent people,
did not make the world stop turning,
it was hardly comprehended
and the inhumanity and the deeds
of Adolf Hitler, Paul Joseph Goebbels,
Adolf Eichman, Franz Stangl, Franz Murer,
Erich Rajakowitsch, Hermine Braunsteiner,
Karl Silberbauer, Josef Schwammberger
and many more people,
today is only a postscript in history
and wherever war rages, where bombs rain down,
the innocent pay the price,
where nations die of hunger
inhumanity still like before
marches on.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shadows of Hate
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Hiding in the shadows is now where I can feel it home so why not just
stay there
Shadow peaceful still quiet at last
So why must we all destroy them with bombs and guns and all the
flashes in the weapons still be there
Why must we always make so much noise in this world that takes away
the peacefulness of the shadows
Why must we always kill each other use so much violence in the world
to make so many into graves just because of thing like
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Power
All those people need to be sent into the shadows just to know what
they can truly hide from the world
To truly know all the people that love to be in shadows that grew up
living in them and know how much they can come in to hand when all
that people fear is in them
And those people all the only ones that can come even remotely close
to being truly afraid of the light
So why do people destroy the darkness
Hate
So why do people stay away from the darkness
Fear
So why must people kill the people of the shadows
Anger
What can make all people stay together even in darkness
Love
Why must people always try to control the shadows
Power
All people are evil but nobody will ever notice it
Through all their own evil will shine through
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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Wars Destroy Wealth
Some people who would not think of
throwing cash into a fireplace
support warmonger candidates.
Everyone knows war is
governmental murder on a mass scale.
Wars destroy wealth.
As the Bush regime has started
fires with bombs in Iraq
and Afghanistan,
the National Guard is in Iraq
and not fighting fires at home.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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To The Lord Of Creation
Fires in Greece and Indonesia
tidal waves in Papua New Guine
bombs in Tanzania and Kenya
bombs of revenge for Sudan and Afghanistan
bombs for freedom in Ireland, Israel and Palestine
floods in the Gangtze rivers of China and Korea
nuclear boasts of Pakistan and India
nuclear tests unleashed in your lands and seas.
Here we stand again
before the ugly monsters
that eat up our shelters,
farms and other means to live on.
Here we come again
face to face with monsters
that gooble up lives of people
by the hundreds, by the thousands
and by millons and billions of lost currencies.
Here we are again
face to face
with the monsters of greed,
hate, pride and power.
Save us, Lord, from greed
that makes us harvest the fury of nature.
Save us, Lord, from hatred
that makes us bury
your gift of love and service.
Save us, Lord, from pride
that seeks to elevate ourselves
the center of power.
Pour upon us your spirit
in these last days
to protect your creation
to sow seeds of love among peoples
to affirm you as the Lord of Creation,
the center of our life and universe.
Save us, Lord, from the ugly monsters in our time.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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We might be on the brink of an apocalypse if, instead of poor people with suicide bombs killing middle class guys, middle-class people with suicide bombs started killing rich guys.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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Some people imagine that nuclear war will mean instant and painless death. But for millions this will not be the case. The accounts of the injured at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and of the doctors who tried to tend them, witness to the horrors and torments which would be magnified thousands of times over in the kinds of attack we analyse here...
Stan Openshaw in Doomsday
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