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The honest truth about soldiering

Here I am to confess that
patriotism and glory during wars
are just lies coined by politicians
who haven’t got the guts
to even kill a fly

and then expect young men
from the population
to kill, to maim and to destroy
and at the same time
to still stay sane

and here’s the honest truth:

to be forced into war at a pauper’s wage
and imprisoned if not
to go through countless hardships,
at the hands of a selected mad few
and then to be able to survive only
by taking some killing shots
kills the child, destroys the man
leaves only the bomb happy soldier behind

who will never be the same again
and nothing can make him
continue as before
or can cause the past to reappear

[Reference: Tell Us The Tricks by Paul Scott.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Impartial Judgement.

The muezzin from the minaret.
Calls to the people every day.
Rise from your sleep it's time to pray.
Without his call they might forget.

All faithful followers obey.
The rules laid down in Al Koran
The word of God made plain for man.
Which tells them how and when to pray.

Some foolish men are led astray
By bigger fools who think they can
Better interpret Al Koran
To suit the needs of modern day.

Persuading young men to kill and maim
With promises of paradise.
The ignorant believe their lies.
Convinced they're doing Allah's will.

What will they say on judgement day?
They can't refute the evidence.
What can they offer as defence?
They chose to lead young men astray.

Though Allah is compassionate.
There are some sins he won't forgive.
These evil men will not survive.
The lakes of burning fire await.

For those who chose to disobey.
Allah's will deliberately.
They can't evade the penalty.
Which is imposed on judgement day.

Beware young men of listening to.
False priests who try to twist the truth
And take advantage of your youth.
To tell you what you ought to do.

Thou shall not kill is the first law.
That honest priests will emphasise.
There is no place in paradise.
For those who pervert holy lore.

Allah will show compassion to.
The ignorant on judgement day.
But not to priests who lead astray.
young men and teach them to.

Kill and maim in Allah's name.
Although they are forbidden to
You can be sure these words are true.
Allah well knows who is to blame.

Monday,24 September 2012

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Kill Somebody

This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
When the boys cry, in the morning light
And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside
And they all feel blue, ´cause theyre waiting still
For the enemy on the other side theyre going to kill
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill
When the bombers come, with the rising sun
And the dreams of glory and blue eyed heros all have gone
On the other side sits the enemy
And Im sure he wont invite for a cup of tea

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Here Comes President Kill Again

Here comes president kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
Weve president kill instead.
Here comes president kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, hang out the flags,
Queen caring is dead.
Hooray, well stack body bags,
For president kill instead.
Aint democracy wonderful?
Them russians cant win!
Aint democracy wonderful?
Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes president kill again,
From pure white house to number 10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, everythings great,
Now president kill is dead.
Hooray, Ill bet you cant wait,
To vote for president kill instead...

song performed by by Xtc
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Here Comes President Kill Again

song performed by by Xtc
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Sound Effects And Overdramatics

When the shirt came off, it was all in time
When a m-m-m-minute turned into a mile
And then I broke that grin, and I cut it out
And you got all turned on by the taste of your sin
When I mention blue, all you thought was color
When you mention drugs, all I thought was sober
When your pants came off and I turned you over
When you mention blue
Kill! Smile! Cut it out for me this time!
Smile, haven't seen him smile in a while
Keep the mask aligned
Get it up in time
There's a space between valleys
and try and catch a vibe
Make a circle square, a rectangle curve
Use a smile as a noun and I think like a verb
Run quick switch sides
Spill the filled up canister
And the room is shaking
Now you're changing places,
and I switched my pace,
and my breathing races when you mention blue
Kill! Smile! Cut it out for me this time!
Smile, haven't seen him smile in a while
Kill! Smile! Cut it out for me this time! (This is not [x6])
Smile, haven't seen him smile in a while
Kill, smile, cut out for me cut it cut it out
Smile, cut cut it out for me cut it cut it out
We cut it out!
Kill! Smile! Cut it out for me this time!
Smile, haven't seen him smile in a while
Kill! Smile! Cut it out for me this time! (This is not [x6])
Smile, haven't seen him smile in a while
Get down and stay awake
Smile

song performed by by Used
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Abortions on the Increase

The world kills babies by the millions;
What cruel hearts could love to kill their own?
The babies killed are wholesome and healthy;
But Nature kills just those who can’t survive.

The right to life is baby’s basic right;
To kill a new-born babe is not correct;
God sees the tears of unborn babies all;
The God of life will punish those who kill.

The guilt of abortion can wreck one’s life;
Some mothers have committed suicide;
What insane minds dare kill their unborn kids?
Though maimed, some fetuses are born alive!

No species kills its own within the womb;
The right to life is prime for all species;
All parents rear their young ones though deformed;
But man alone kills babies though well-formed!

Oh, won’t you stop such treacherous killing?
Breast cancer afflicts mothers who abort;
Abortions lead to more miscarriages;
Stop murder of unborn babies in womb.

poem by John Celes
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Anger -part 2

angry, mad, confused, , abused, furious, hate, hatred, hate me kill me slap me slap u kill you punch me kick beat me shoot me do all this to u ur anger kills me ur anger makes me angry love is lost lost is hopeless i am not hopeless i am lost my hope ive killed it ive driven it away its not gone its here sumwhere it is in my surroundings sumwhere lost this anger it drves me crazy it makes me wanna become unhopeless but still i am lost confused in all this nonsense i smell the incense of candles burnin there far in the great darkness the darkside fear and resentment i felt these all thru the last year ise a fool foolishness ive been it killed me ive hated this fool i was i was angered i try i try hard ill slap it stop it stop me from killing my anger i need it but i dont im happy inside im a good guy or am i wasnt no this year has killed me it was a slow year i go go in my own way to anther way with this anger kept in check kept in the very being of my soul stay sudside go from the darkside avoid at all costs even yes it kills even if at all costs it kills me yes lose this furiousness stop the abuse its all in my head but sometime physical and confusion make one curious but must stop it end it must kill the anger so one day i can b happy and sane and never be lost or confused again.

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Let it Kill

let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill

poem by Adens Kamwi
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To Kill

I want to come out
I wanna tell the world who I am
starting with you
how I felt all these years
trapped in a dark box
trying to hide who I am
who I was born to be
a killer
I feel the powerful need
the need
to kill
I feel the darkness put it’s blindfold
over my hungry eyes to confuse myself
from what’s right and wrong

I’m staving to kill
to see the fear in your helpless eyes
to hear you plead beg and
your screams of pain while I begin to cut you open
feel the power of having control over your life
to kill

ooo... the satisfaction of taking a life
I might even get off as you slowly die
of corse that would have to be after
I ate some of your own flesh as you watch
I think honey barbeque sauce what about you
do you like honey barbeque? ? ?
I’m getting horney just thinking about killing someone
the only thing that would make it better is making someone else rape you
as I watch
I think that guy tied up in the corner will do just fine
don’t you? ? ?
O look he’s waking up
just in time

I then notice that the ropes that are now imbedded in your wrists and ankles are coved in blood
It’s dripping onto the bed
I quickly grab my glass and your sweet blood
fills the glass fast
I remove the gag and try to let you drink it but
you just continue to choke on it
and since you shouldn’t waste a good thing
I decide to drink it

I’ll get off and cut you some more
now I have two victims
o well it’s just more meet to add to my barbeque
that I will start to prepare while your still alive
the ribs will be so tender
that it will melt in my mouth
to kill

ahh... yes... scream this dose hurt
o don’t worry it’s sanitized I make sure I take good care
of all my victims
yes I think this chunk of your leg will be
just fine for the taste test
don’t you
would you like a piece when it’s done
no? ? ?
Ya I wouldn’t want eat me either
I think you’ll taste much better then I would

no longer will I be sick of not killing
I will never hold myself back from not killing
to kill
KILL KILL KILL

the taste of victory
I’m guessing you’ll taste just like chicken
to slowly take a life
for them to live
no more
to kill
mmmm.... I think that your almost done
are you sure you don’t want a piece
and they say that I’m sane

P.S.
This is just a joke NOT FOR REAL! DONT TAKE IT TO HEART! ! !

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Killing Time

(originally recorded by sweet savage)
Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, its a terrible sight
Reports come in of the heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
Preparations are made for the journey back
Its a survival, supplies are packed
No more nights in this eternal hell
Destination is simple, we move out
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, hell take your life
The silence is over, they attack again
Killing and hatred drive me insane
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time
Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, its a terrible sight
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, hell take your life
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time

song performed by by Metallica
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Blood Stained

Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off

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Seamless war

Every soldier is a willing terrorist
Waiting only for the order to come
To pull the trigger on someone
And throw granites at another one.

Every terrorist is a forced soldier
Waiting to annihilates the suppression
And free the people of their love
From the wilderness in the civilization.

What matters here is both kills
One claims to kill to defense
Another claim to kill to free
At the end both become the losers
And innocent people gather tears in their eyes.

Guns and granites is no peace matters
Once they are touched forever follows the fear
Every second each one dies in freezing heat
That boils the heart and soul and conscience.

Rights is what the terrorist is fighting for
Might is what the soldier is given
When the soldier dies, he dies and gains
When a terrorist dies, he dies in vain
Yet each has the essential supports
The soldier’s essence is to defend
While the terrorist break the fence.

Be it in defense
Or a wave in defiance
The earth is wet again and again
With the blood of human agony
And again the people gather tears in their eyes.
That which lives so far
Through the many wars
Are not man and his will
But the guns that kill.
Open the eyes my brothers
The soldier and the terrorist,
We can’t cup the water in both palms
And walk a hundred miles to quench the dying souls
Its next to our feet, we shall bow and lift the humanity.

poem by cyclopseven Ram
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Death Row

Guilty by association
Guilty due to unusual circumstances
Guilty by act of contrition
Keep on taking chances
Some lives are not important
Justice is purchased like hot bagels
If you are poor, you can easily find yourselves under the barrels
Some lives are not important
The bulldozer has plenty of time to differentiate
To choose, to pick and to discriminate
Be at the wrong place at an odd time
Is enough to find a pauper guilty of a first degree crime
It is criminal to be on death row
It is illegal and unconscionable to be so low
When the subject is forced to admit guilt
Where Judge and Prosecutors, members of the cult
Plot to convict an innocent bystander
Some lives are not important
This is sad, the jurors are the clowns of the slaughter house
A human being wearing trousers and a white blouse
Should not be treated like a nymph of the meteor crater.

In reality, under the clouds, there is no justice
Somewhere under the cave, there is a long list
Of countless children of the gods
Which have been executed by all types of cruel methods
Some lives are not important
“Thou shall not kill”, is no longer part
Of the Ten Commandments. The machine has no heart
No soul and no sense of fairness
Some lives are not important
This society of savagery and wilderness
Has to change for the better. The killing has to end
The lynching has to stop. Serious men and women must amend
The Constitution to protect the entire population
No one has the right to kill; the Institution
Ought to do a much better job than in the past
Some lives are not important
The system must be fair, blind and just at last
Blame lions, leopards and tigers, not the sheep
Injustice is too expensive and justice too cheap
It is too easy to accuse, condemn and execute
Bring the Bible, the Koran to teach the Blind and the Mute.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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What a World

What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
A world in which a man
Will take innocence from a child
Now their lives are lived in fear
The memories going wild
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Where you'll only be accepted
If your a f***ing clone
A world so full of s***
A world so full of lies
Can you spot the liars?
Can you see it in their eyes?
A world where self expression
Is pushed and made to fall
Despised and destroyed
To boost the egos of them all
A world where daddys hit
A world where mommys scream
Both killing their children
Killing their hopes killing their dreams
A world that makes you crazy
But does that make me insane?
A world thats without morals
A world thats without shame
A world that seems so dark
A world that seems so cold
A world that kills the young
A world that scars the old
A world that kills our hopes
Shoots them out of the sky
A world that kills us all
And makes us want to die.

poem by Jocelynn Halbauer
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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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Happy Poem

This poem is wrote happily
can't you tell by the suffering and pain imparted on me?
=) come on i look happy right
with the noose drawn up so tight
as i strain to smile can't u see my joy
as i realize i have been used by the world like a toy
well its time to stop playing around, and the world having its fill
but give me the chance turn your back fey world and i will kill
kill you and destroy you for playing around with me
no more messing around this is serious i won't be happy i won't do what I'm told get out shotguns send out the S.W.A.T. teams and make me see what happens
u may think torturing me is filling
but when guns blaze and bombs go off you watch who is doing the killing! .
am i not the happiest one who lives in you world?

poem by David Knox
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I'm Tired Of Ageing Politicians

I'm tired of ageing Politicians talking of war
Young soldiers risk their lives for them in Countries afar
And yet they seem to get re-elected when the voters have their say
They play their patriotic card and for them that does pay.

Their war card is their winning card they talk of us and they
And they send young people to fight for them in Countries far away
Not for any moral principle but for their own self interest
War helps them for to cling to power and seems to serve them best.

I'm tired of ageing Politicians who wage war in God's name
Who send others to kill and maim for them in their quest for immortal fame
The winners only write the war history and that's how 'twill always be
Yet the cost in the loss of Human life is huge for every war victory.

I'm tired of ageing Politicians who at the least excuse
Send their war planes off to distant Lands to set terror on the loose
For every death they may boast of another terrorist they create
They talk of peace through the gun barrel and they only give us hate.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Soldier, Soldier

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
New love! True love!
Best go look for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best go look for a new love.

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
What did you see o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did ye see no more o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to fly --
But you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did aught take 'arm to my true love?"
"I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll up an' tend to my true love!"
"'E's lying on the dead with a bullet through 'is 'ead,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll down an' die with my true love!"
"The pit we dug'll 'ide 'im an' the twenty men beside 'im --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Do you bring no sign from my true love?"
"I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again -- when you've lost the feel o' pain
You'd best take me for your true love."
True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best take 'im for your true love.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Promise Of A Lie

Go to war young soldier,
Your glory will be praised.
Go to war young soldier,
Your home will stay the same.

Fight for us young soldier,
worry naught about your love.
Fight for us young soldier,
She waits for your return.

Welcome home young soldier,
Heres the medal upon your chest.
Welcome home young soldier,
Your life is now a mess.

Go away young soldier,
We have no more use for you.
Go away young soldier,
Till we call again for you.

poem by Sean Foxx
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Without Death, Bloodshed and Suffering

Without death, bloodshed and suffering wars are never won
And only hatred and grief survives when the fighting is done
And war heroes honoured in every war street parade
By war men the memories of war not allowed for to fade
The politicians the praises of the war dead do sing
Their politicizing of war for sake of power not an honourable thing
For God, Flag and Country and National Pride
Far too many good young people in wars have died
one war leads to another war as the wise one did say
And millions for patriotism in wars with their lives do pay
For the sake of war the war men create us against they
And for the love of a flag the young and brave die in wars today
And on Rememberance Day the war men parade up and down
In a show of patriotism through the streets of the town.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The honest truth about soldiering

Related quotes

Impartial Judgement.

Kill Somebody

Here Comes President Kill Again

Here Comes President Kill Again

Sound Effects And Overdramatics

Abortions on the Increase

Anger -part 2

Let it Kill

To Kill

Killing Time

Blood Stained

Seamless war

Death Row

What a World

Bombay

Happy Poem

I'm Tired Of Ageing Politicians

Soldier, Soldier

Promise Of A Lie

Without Death, Bloodshed and Suffering

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