The state within the state
Black cars with flashing blue lights
come screaming down the highway
filling three lanes at a time,
as if any road in the country
belongs to them.
Sometimes I see their occupants
on the street,
hiding behind sunglasses,
with short cropped hair,
dressed in neat suits
with left armpits bulging
from the guns
that they wear.
They invade uninvited
in the early hours of the morning
and burst into dwellings unexpectedly
with drawn guns
as the method of persuasion.
Some people are arrested,
taken away to interrogation
and face charges in court,
others are abducted, cuffed,
transported to a military airfield
to board a foreign aircraft
with stars and stripes on its tail,
to be deported and disappear
from the face of the earth,
without a trace and without a trial
and never to be free again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Take Your Guns To Town
On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
Whats left is ivy and vine
All the letters Id sent back home
Never express the idea of how a young man
Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone
Just gotten home with my hand on the phone
I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Take Another Road
Take another road
By: jimmy buffett, jay oliver, roger guth
1989
Seen the false horizons fade away like bisons
Headed for the jungle, cowboy cant endure
Never look back, thats what he swore
Ill take my pony to the shore
Somewhere, somewhere
Chorus:
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road to another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road another time
Follow the equator, like that old articulator
Sail upon the ocean (oooh, sail away) just like mr. twain
Never look back, this is my plan
Run my pony through the sand
Somewhere, somewhere
Chorus:
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road to another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road another time
Leave my cares behind
Take my own sweet time (take my own sweet time (time))
Oceans on my mind
Chorus:
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road to another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road another time
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road to another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road another time
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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SOS (Save Our Sons)
We Black men of England
Too proud to cry for shame,
Let's cry a sea
Cry publicly,
Expose our very pain,
For Babylon the bandit
Is on our sisters trail,
The bad talk
And the cool walk
Will not keep us out of jail.
We Black men of England
Our guns are killing us,
How dare we?
Now hear me
How great is dangerous?
There's a fascist and a druggist
Out to get our kith and kin,
Let silent guns
Save our sons
The power is within.
We Black men of England
Excel as if in sport
For our people,
Because some people
Want to see our face in court,
When we Black men of England
Look the mirror in the face,
Through our sisters eyes
We men shall rise
As proud sons of our race.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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Freedom Dont Turn Your Guns On Me
politics, heritics,
selling opium flavored lies.
here come the tanks,
backed by the banks!
get in line or die!
unlawful detain, torture retrain,
and the bodies disappear.
our bill of rights
adorned with Christmas lights,
we face our greatest fears!
freedom dont turn your guns on me!
beat down, pushed around, still free.
take my job, not my dignity!
freedom dont turn your guns on me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Night was coming
Night was coming
with a piercing huge orange sun
breaking through
white and black clouds
in the west.
It found a gap
and the sun was hanging
like a orange ball
above the street
and it was blinding.
Cars passed barely visible
above the orange glare
and some had already
turned their lights on.
The sun dipped down
below some trees
and for a time
it glowed behind them
and soon it would be dark
and the first stars
were already appearing
and a full yellow moon
was rising,
but below bright lights
was already burning
right across the city
in colours of amber
streetlights
green, yellow and red
traffic lights,
blue lights flashing
on police cars
and almost every bright colour
caught on neon signs
while people came and went
to different destinations
some smiling and relaxed,
others in a hurry
and some others
locked in a world of their own.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In The Year 2150
In the year 2150,
I think that life could be pretty nifty,
Vehicles flashing past, in the blinking of an eye,
To space sites, far up in the sky.
There will be no need for marking spaces,
For on earth there will be no parking places.
People will live in a monochrome suite,
As a house will have become obsolete.
Conveyor belts will carry everyone about,
An easy way to travel, without a doubt.
There will be no fashion, just zip up suits,
And no fancy shoes, just standard boots.
No zany hairdos, hair cropped real short,
That's what regulations will have taught.
All food will be in a capsule form,
And two hours sleep will be the norm.
Automatons, are what the populace will be,
Robots on the go, never ever feeling free.
Their brains and their lives, will be ruled by those
Who are in control, and who they can't oppose.
Dictated to from morning until night,
What a terrible thought, what a dreadful plight.
I am very glad that I know I will not be
Around then, this futuristic sight to see.
These are only my thoughts, which could perhaps come true,
But I have no influence at all on what might ensue.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Greenhouse
In the greenhouse
Among the flowers
You would linger, linger there for hours
Thats where I saw your face
Your body dressed in lace
Your secret hiding place
In the greenhouse
What were you thinking
Was this the jungle?
I felt the good earth, I felt the good earth rumble
Thats where I saw your face
Your body dressed in lace
Your secret hiding place
In the greenhouse
Thats where I saw your face
Your body dressed in lace
Your secret hiding place
In the greenhouse
You were smiling
The heat was rising
The blood-red roses hypnotizing
In the greenhouse
You were waiting
And the perfume was suffocating
Thats where I saw your face
Your body dressed in lace
Your secret hiding place
In the greenhouse
song performed by by America
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In A Space
In a space allocated to me by the human race
Inhabiting this area until I die this space is occupied
Im in a space leased by kind permission of the human race
Close up I am big but far away Im small and hardly here at all
cause in a space out in space
We disappear without a trace
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people. standing face to face
And filling up the space
Men and women boys and girls
There are so many people in the world
Thinkin about the world
And all the people in it
And Im staring at the stars
And into the infinite
In a world within a world
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
Seconds into minutes and minutes
Into hours and hours into days
And days into months and months into years
And years into decade tens into thousands
Thousands into millions, millions into billions
Billions into zillions and forever and forever
In a space allocated by the human race
Somewhere in outer space its far away and I like it that way
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people, standing face to face
And filling up the space
Men and women boys and girls
There are so many people in the world
Thinkin about the world
And all the people in it
And Im staring at the stars
And into the infinite
In a world within a world
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
In a space, in a space, in a space
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people standing face to face
And filling up the space
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
song performed by by Kinks
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I do not believe in people owning guns. Guns should be owned only by the police and military. I am going to do everything I can to disarm this state.
quote by Michael Dukakis
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Ambulances
With screaming sirens
and flashing red lights
they cut right through traffic
and the white vehicles,
appear and disappear
at any time of day.
Where life flows away
with the passage of age
and time,
where destiny strikes
and robbers leave their mark,
cars join together in force
or illness impart
its impact on humanity
they rush
to bring a sense
of caring and hope.
White doors open and close
and some are helped
and in time
grow well again
and for others,
grey blankets are drawn
right over them
and in time coffin lids
are hammered shut.
poem by Gert Strydom
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It defies common sense that stores are fined for selling toy guns to children, but someone who isn't even allowed to board an airplane in this country can purchase as many real guns he wants with no questions asked.
quote by Carolyn McCarthy
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After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. I sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military.
quote by William S. Burroughs
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Uniform
See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---
Uniforms
See golden halod men of high renown
Prance to the politicians beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
With shoes by gucci on their feet ---
Uniforms
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
Like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
The teeming millions of the future fly ---
The spinning cricket ball to cheat
Theyre all uniform
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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For Victoria Lucas
this world has teeth,
this world has dirty
stains.
this world has guns
and flash lights,
and this is why we have to
fight.
this world is a test ground
for love.
this world, , , , , , , , , , , is hope
dressed in black, and yes, , , this
world belongs to JESUS CHRIST..............
poem by David Gerardino
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Wings of destiny
I
Ask any parabat that jumped at Cassinga
and he would tell you
that destiny has wings.
While facing a battalion of
Cuban tanks and armoured cars,
out of the blue and as if by magic
a Buccaneer appeared.
There was nothing more beautiful
than to see that jet
making self-sacrificing dives,
before it flew off to disappear
into the blue sky,
but let me tell that heroic story
as I know it.
II
Coming back from a bombing raid on Cassinga
the next target of Captain Dries Marais was
the Swapo camp at Chetequera
and he insisted
on arming the Buccaneer bomber,
with armour penetrating rockets
in addition to the standard
high explosive rockets.
Andries Marais himself
couldn’t explain the reason
for the irregular request,
but kept on insisting
that every third rocket
should be armour piercing.
Even navigator Ernie Harvey
was perplexed with this request
and they were tense,
while preparing for
the strike mission.
The Buccaneer took of
and in a short while
crossed the Angolan border
and just when Ernie Harvey
were going to check in
with Tactical headquarters
things went mad
on the operational frequency.
The pilot Warneke
who had relieved them at Cassinga,
reported a armoured battalion
consisting out of tanks
and BTR 152 personnel carriers approaching.
The operational frequency
was far too cluttered
to get through to Tactical headquarters
and they heard
two Mirages being scrambled,
but there wasn’t time to arm them
and they had only
only 30 mm cannon.
You need an excellent navigator
to keep tract to a target
over the featureless Angolan countryside
and navigator and weapon systems operator Ernie Harvey
had replaced the maps
with the ones of the new target,
but the navigation computer
still had the settings.
III
When fighting against tanks
and armoured cars
with only a few landmines
and rocket propelled grenades
to stop them,
even light machine guns
are quite useless
and still I kept on shooting
while the LMG’s barrel got red hot
and I tried to keep the enemy back.
There was great joy
to see two Mirages
cutting the armoured cars apart,
but the surprise on the enemy
of that Buccaneer
dropping out of the sky
with its armour piercing
rockets will stay with me
to eternity.
Two tanks were shattered
and stood burning
after the first past
and the twin-barrelled 14.5 mm anti-aircraft guns
that the BTRs were trailing
were being deployed
and the Buccaneer
took one of the anti-aircraft guns out.
Suddenly the air was filled
with Puma helicopters landing
and the Buccaneer
took out a BTR
and two tanks started shelling us
and the Buccaneer kept diving
at close to the speed of sound
until the tanks disappeared
into the bush
and we lifted of safely.
There was nothing more beautiful
than to see that jet
making self-sacrificing dives,
before it flew off to disappear
into the blue sky.
Later I heard that 17 hits
were counted on that Buccaneer
that safely landed at Grootfontein base
and to this day,
I know about no greater heroes
than the two
flying in that Buccaneer.
.
[Reference: Cassinga Swapo military camp / town. Parabat=> South African Airborne / Parachuting soldier.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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You Cant Hide...
grey face ghouls
dressed in suits,
tongues ripped out,
human skin boots.
thought marines,
black cloud guns.
you cant hide,
and you cant run.
babies taken,
sons in prison.
wearing masks,
violent 'Christians'.
ignorance drugs,
prejudice and hate.
you can barely stand
beneath the weight.
white men, black men,
all men inside.
same needs, same wants,
dont believe the lie.
fists to hands,
hands to hearts.
only takes one candle
to light the dark!
when you cant be free,
they give you rules.
when you cant see the truth,
they make you fools.
when you cant speak your mind,
your mind is closed.
when no one dares,
then no one knows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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Fire Your Guns
Wild beast, Ill make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves
n legs thatll break your nerves
Chorus:
Fire - when shes going down
Fire - then she make you drown
Fire - then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
That lady bites, hard style
Drips of sex, eyes are wild
She got moves, long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves
Legs thatll shake the earth
Chorus
Yeah, you want some fun
You gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns
You gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns
(yeah, yeow!)
Yeah
Chorus
Yeah, you want some fun
Gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns (x9)
song performed by by AC-DC
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Guns are near!
Guns are here, guns are there
Guns are the future
The one, which is near
Firearms
People killed
Hero’s shot
Hero’s healed
Honours given to those who died
Those who saved
Who sacrificed
Loading guns
Aiming fire
Preparing to shoot
The vital other
Never knowing the enemy
Never getting attached
To a single human
In several countries
Or Iraq
Knowing that life
Is a gift to them
Knowing that life is short
I’m sure many a people would say
Go on
What harm can it do?
Give life a shot! ! !
poem by Ruth Rayment
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Veiled
You do not see me, not really.
You walk past me, like I am a ghost.
No second thoughts for me,
No intrigued: who is she? What's her story?
It's like I am not here.
I don't mind, not really.
I am a normal girl, blond hair,
Blue eyes -ice blue, cold blue.
Regular girl, nothing strange...
Scandinavian, plain dressed.
Just your ordinary student;
Not too smart, not too neat.
Yet I am veiled, but not in black,
My veil is the kind you cannot see.
Every inch; covered, hidden,
Within this veil no one forced me to wear.
It's my protection, my final escape.
It's my protection, my hiding place.
All you get to see are:
My eyes, my glaciers of pain.
And they will tell you: I am hurt.
But there's no way through my veil;
Because you do not see me, not really...
poem by Anne Harkonen
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