A sacrifice once again
You did it once again
It was not for position to regain
It was pure sacrifice
We sincerely mourn your demise
Your are brave soldiers of holy land
You considered foe as friends
You were deployed there to protect the frontier
You were deployed there as soldier
We all slept here with peace
You were torn there in pieces
Daily some of you were dying
It was willingness for laying
You were paid from treasury
You had all pains and misery
How much hardship and difficult way?
We had glimmer of hope and ray
O, brave sons of the soil
You stand there for enemy’s attempts to foil
You live under constant fear and fire
We have no words for you to admire
What else can we do for you?
Is it not equally right and true?
We can see the reason through
You are there not for us to woo
You have opted to stay there
You could stay in comforts here
You have all the freedom to go else where
You have chosen that path true and fair
Nation may remember your true service
No words can supplement or suffice
It is only your dedication that may speak
You are strong and not merely weak
You have all the options open
You can come back and life re open
It will be possible only when
Peace and tranqulity prevails then
We speak true words from our heart
For you it maybe beginning or start
There lies complete open path
There is always danger and bloodbath
How many bullets may be piercing through?
How many may be incapacitated too
It is daily scene of the day
There lies dangerous way
We don’t hesitate to pass the remark
Nation may be poised to embark
It may scale new heights with glory
The page may be re written with different story
You blood may not go in vain
It will always be our pride main
You will rule and guide our destiny
We have attained freedom after great struggle or mutiny
You may shine in sky as bright star
You may remain with us and not so far
You may twinkle there and inspire
We have no words except to admire
You may live long as stars and sky
Our land and sky will be open to fly
It is your valiant effort and try
We raise our head with pride and not feel shy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kargil Warfare
Words shall never describe
what a soldier is
with a family brave
loosing in wars
all they have
yet smiling to the nation's pride
such is what a soldier is
for when they came with guns and arms
the soldier faced it all
heads held high
for the nation
he was ready to die
such is the sacrifice a soldier makes
and yes!
words shall never describe
what a soldier is
Kargil was the place
this time the fight was for mother land
the soldier could not be held
he marched
without fear
smoke rose high
there on the dusty land
fought the soldier
with no fear of death
he knew beneath
he had to win
and yes he did
his land he saved
but lost many his friends
and we salute
bow our head
for our words shall never describe
what a soldier is.
poem by Areena Arora
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
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A Message To The 77 Years Olds.
I passed 77 years old yesterday,
Looking forward peace, self confidence & health in every way.
This will be the 12th 7 year cycle for me,
When joy for ever should start and I am happy to be with Thee.
I let go all the misery of the past,
Open my mind for true happiness at last,
Let come everything to me easily,
Never more problems, just the best of life daily.
I open my mind to be able to handle everything
With ease and enjoyment under God's wing.
Let come what was meant to me from the beginning,
Live my life in true happiness & my praises I gratefully sing.
Believe it or not this message was meant
For all who passed 77 years age,
Do your best to find true contentment
And happiness in your life's voyage.
Let go the destroying will,
Let God guide and show you how to stand still.
Let peace, kindness & contentment be your guide,
Be a traveler of life's road, let God give you the ride.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Ancient Words
Holy words long preserved
for our walk in this world,
They resound with God's own heart
Oh, let the Ancient words impart.
Words of Life, words of Hope
Give us strength, help us cope
In this world, where e'er we roam
Ancient words will guide us Home.
CHORUS:
Ancient words ever true
Changing me, and changing you.
We have come with open hearts
Oh let the ancient words impart.
Holy words of our Faith
Handed down to this age.
Came to us through sacrifice
Oh heed the faithful words of Christ.
Holy words long preserved
For our walk in this world.
They resound with God's own heart
Oh let the ancient words impart.
CHORUS x4
We have come with open hearts
Oh let the ancient words impart.
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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The Door of Hope
The president has thus disclosed
In words his noblest plan:
'The door of hope shall not be closed
Upon the Negro man.
'His opportunities must be
With other men's the same;
As nation's chief I will not see
Him forced in ways of shame.'
Official work he'd scarce begun
When from his lips did fall,
'A special right I give to none,
But equal rights to all.
'Square dealing for the soldiers true,
Who made this country grand;
But more than this no man is due,
And none shall less demand.
'I'm president of all the land,'
The broiling South was told.
'For truth and fight I mean to stand,
Such policy I hold.'
When urged to crush the Negro race,
He answered with a zest,
'All men of worth shall have a place,
True manhood is the test.
''Tis better all the people up,
Than keep a portion down,
You need, my friends, a loving cup,
Your prejudice to drown.
'The doors of hope are open wide
To all within the land,
With God forever on our side,
This sentiment will stand.'
With spinal column stout and strong,
With arm that's made of steel,
He crushes prejudice and wrong,
And makes the demons reel.
To heal the nation's open sore
Of hatred for a race,
He wider swings the open door,
And bares the monsters face.
No president could stem the tide
Of opposition blind,
Since Lincoln for the Negro died,
Till Roosevelt we find.
Long may he live to bless the land
With truth and liberty,
Who for the right will take a stand
And set a nation free.
Then Roosevelt for nineteen four
Our president should be,
Who gives to all an open door
Of opportunity.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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A soldier is never.....
A soldier can never be known by his profession
A brave soldier needs no confession
He has no appetite for any season
He has to be in battle green with all the reasons
For little emergency his leave is cancelled
He is easily way laid and ambushed or killed
With his presence there prevails complete lull
He is committed for cause and remains truthful
He is living with most dangerous time zone
Little carelessness on his part means life is gone
They are known as brave sons of the soil
Any attempt made by the enemy stands to foil
It is respectful and dedicated service
Whole nation pays homage on his demise
His sacrifice is mostly taken on high note
Any deviation or desertion is taken as black spot
To serve motherland is considered as holy task
He may loose his life in powerful blast
He is there to serve up to last
No doubts can be raised or simply cast
He has to walk on sharp edge
His sharp intelligence works as knowledge
It is not loss of life that matter
Nothing can be compensated later
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Native Land!
WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
Where the flames of light and feeling glow;
Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
Where the bounding heart swells strong and high,
With holy hopes which may not die--
There is my native land!
What is that bright land's music name?
Ere it bent its neck to a foreign yoke,
It was called the land of the broad strong oak--
The land of the free--the German land--
But her sons lie slain by the stranger's hand,
And she weeps sad tears of shame.
Why does the minstrel's country weep?
That the hurricane's rage hath bowed the pride
Of those who should stem the rising tide;
That her princes quail--and that none will hear
Her holy words of might and fear--
Therefore my land must weep!
To whom does the minstrel's country call?
It calls to the silent heavenly powers,
With despair, as the thunder darkly lowers,
For its freedom--for those who should break its chain--
For the hand that never strikes in vain--
To these doth my country call!
For what does the minstrel's country sigh?
That the bloodhound may hunt beyond the bound
Of the soil which brave hearts make holy ground;
That the serf may cease; and our sons be free,
Or those who have borne them, cease to be--
For this does my country sigh!
And still doth the minstrel's country hope?
Her hope is firm, for her cause is good--
That her brave will rise, and her true in blood;
And that God the avenger, our fathers' God,
Will mark the tears that bedew her sod--
Such is my country's hope!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Freedom, Alas
Free from these chains that bind me,
some say I'm too young to stand tall,
but I say Be True, Be You,
love yourself any which way.
love me or hate me,
care or not,
I know I'm more than this,
and more than you.
I have friends who love me,
a path to follow,
faith to hold me strong,
and peace to free me.
I speak my mind,
I will become new,
my mind is open,
and I choose to let it be.
so stay or go,
you want me again,
yet I say no,
I'm over you.
So this is goodbye to you,
yet freedom to me,
I wish I could say I'll miss you,
but truth be told I won't..
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Fate vs Destiny
To find your true happiness tempt fate to discover your destiny.
You must hearken back to when real happiness was known
Remember its impact on your life
Opportunity knocks, open the door, you will see it coming.
You may be surprised to discover fate can mask your destiny.
Your fate and your destiny are not one in the same.
Your fate is what you settle for in life.
What you take as your life marches on day by day, an obligation to life.
Destiny is the gate you find at the end of the path you blaze
As you strive to attain life’s goal open the gate and find love,
Happiness and contentment; true peace of heart and mind.
Fate may leave you at destiny’s gate at the end of life.
Knowing only the travails of your battles to achieve life’s goal
Knowing not the sweetness of your victories.
The gate may not be open, leaving you empty
At the end of life's journey.
The path to your destiny is yours and yours alone
Ask yourself whether you wish to settle for your fate or…
Tempt your fate and discover the path.
The dark side of life; fear and self doubt can blur and cover the path.
Not always seen in the clear; hidden in your memory
Or on the full plate before you the path is always there.
Those who have known the depth of their love, the strength of their spirit,
Will find a guiding light illuminates their path.
In these qualities of character you will discover your true self
And the key to unlock the gate.
You will recognize the guide of your light.
The choice is yours, settle for fate or follow the light,
Find the key, unlock the gate … discover your destiny.
poem by William J. Henderson Jr.
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A run out player
That precious time may run out
It may result in complete route
Still so much is left in store
All my works to be admired and adored
I have love for rhyme
Synchronies it with space and time
I shall prefer only sunny side
The horizon is open and wide
Let me what I am
Not to be decided by them
I shall rule the hearts of people
My creation will always tell
It may echo all over
All areas to cover
The spreading of good message
Smooth sailing with clear passage
They are simple words
It has blessings from the lords
They have come as it has to
Each word is clear and true
Who shall come forward and say?
What preference I should have in way?
I shall sing in the way I could
It is always for me thought for food
I have openly advocated
In thoughts also not sugar coated
It is through clear vision and sight
I had seen the path with light
Not all may agree
They are all free
The flowers may boom in spring
Birds and bees may silently sing
It shall ring with music
It may be life time music
I shall vow to come back again
The lost position and pride to regain
I shall watch from distance
Eyes may close at once
Some one may ring in ear
I would love some words to hear
In no time I shall be no more
The poems may remain forever
At some stage they open the page
I shall then come out of the cage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Words of liberation for my nation
Chains of slavery are still over my people.
Notorious minds still over power innocent minds.
What can free the black child, what can free my nation?
I ask in pain and suffering in the dark jail cells,
What can free me from mental slavery?
How to know right from wrong?
How to think free and build a free society?
The solution is in the words of liberation, the words of wisdom.
I write and recite a revolution, my revolution my poetry.
I do n’t need praises or worship but only recognition and understanding of the people to words of liberation, understanding of poetry.
I stand before you to present poetry,
I stand before you to present the words of liberation to my nation.
Poetry that builds, poetry that destroys.
Poetry that destroyed the impious minds of colonists in Rhodesia.
I speak of poetry that built freedom in South Africa.
When I speak of poetry I mean the true meaning of words.
Words of wisdom,
Words of freedom,
Words of liberation,
Words to free my nation.
The words of liberation to my nation
Words of liberation to free my generation
Poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry.
poem by zimi Nakeni
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War Memorial
Memorial to be raised in memory of war heroes
Homage and tribute by everybody who goes
Soldier's sacrifice shall never go in vain
Blood might have spilled on earth but shall never go in drain
Nation remains ever grateful
As democracy stands successful
When other countries fail honesty trial
Who can afford to neglect soldiers and their survival?
Not only in service but there after too
Families of war heroes suffer and that is true
Large amount meant for them also make exit
Yet solders never complain but greet
Name any one who can jump in for nation's cause?
Name any individual who can prefer to sacrifice?
What are we offering them to assure their dependants?
Mere paltry sum with pension and insult!
Shame on those who grab the entire fund
Erect illegal sky rocket building on reserve land
Open loot by high officials and no action
People also remain mere spectator with no reaction
Give twenty four gun salutes to departed soldiers
Nation may pay homage and remember
No death is as sacred as laying down for mother land
But make this fact known to our dear friends
What image we have created today?
Have we bartered the national interest away?
Do our conscience allow for purchase of inferior weapons?
Make soldiers to die for no cause and loose the war already won
Make soldiers to strive for national integration
Assure them not to think about deteriorating condition
Nation is committed for their welfare and well being
Let all solders praise their mother land and sing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Open Your Heart
Don't let the sun go down on me
Open your heart
Just let me be your destiny
Open your heart
What I never felt before
I really need you more and more
Don't let the sun go down on me
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Even when you're far away
You're on my mind, every night and day
Don't let me live without a goal
Deep inside you are my soul
I've been fooled by love so many times
I've been blind, I've seen no signs
You're the one for me, we'll never part
Stay with me and open your heart
I can't express what's goin' on
I feel so lonely when you're gone
Is it real or is it fake
Am I dreaming, am I awake
You're the one I have been waiting for
I can't hold it back no more
You're the one for me, we'll never part
Stay with me and open your heart
I need you, don't let the sun, go down on me
Count on me, let me be your destiny,
See you got the key, to my Heart
We'll never part, from the start till the end of time,
You' re always mine, take a glass of wine
And let the sun shine, find out,
What is right or wrong,
What's going on, I feel lonely when you're gone
You're style is Magic - you hypnotise me
You came into my life, set me free
Light and energy, all around the galaxy
You made it brighter so that I could see
Like a melody in ecstasy,
See our love will last, eternally
Seems that your life is the golden key
Don't let the sun go down on me
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Sun may shine
I am disgruntled lot
In air I fire a shot
Just warning to saboteurs
Never with good gesture
My country has been subjugated
Incidences are not co related
Stuffed with all lies and not to near fact
What else do you want us to act?
Have we not suffered humiliation so far?
Why there is twinkle smile by stars?
Why there is imposition of undeclared war?
Blockade of traffic and commodities pushed very far
Our children are dying male nutrition
Advance technology is developed with ammunitions
We are made target and skills tested
Why whole world wants us to be rested?
I have risen in rebellion
You are spending in billions
Not a taken on welfare and medicines
The earth is becoming and shines
We weep daily at sudden demise
Bullets pass on head and speculation rise
We will be annihilated completely by butcher
Where are the peace missions and researchers?
What do ask in return for cessation?
Is the real peace distant possibility or in question?
Do you ever find our sacrifice as heroic gesture?
We will gain freedom and are very sure
Let thousands perish in our just struggle for peaceful living
No struggle can succeed unless committed for relieving
All pains and sufferings undergone by old and young
We can be called martyrs and find the place among
I don’t speak of terrorists and blood seekers
I too don’t appreciate black marketers and money launderers
In which sense they are less than terrorists?
Get protection under cover and cleverly insist
We will certainly go a long way
No can snatch our freedom and take away
How motherland can be kept under forceful domination?
How population can be subjected to alienation?
We may have glorious day and sun may shine
Days are not far off when we may peacefully dine
Now we are licking wounds with only one hope
Let peace become no oasis and later on flop
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Live For You
Yes my Lord, I know what to do, and that Lord is to live for you,
To live for you wherever I go, even in places that I do not know.
For all my tasks at any place, are guided always by your Grace,
Grace that will see me through, everything that I’m called to do.
Your arm Lord is not too short, and this I can personally report,
For you supply the needed power, always in that darkest hour.
Sufficient is your Grace for me, as you always lead men to see.
When it seems darkest Lord, you always seem to open a door.
I just need to go about my day, walking down the narrow way,
Not turning to the left or right, as I keep you Lord, in my sight.
As it’s the times that I look away, that I stumble along the way.
But you always take my hand, and help me to regain my stand.
And in these times you testify, about your Power from on high.
Lifting me up when I’m weak; without words to men you speak.
You speak in every situation, affirming your words of revelation,
That you’ll always see me through, every place you take me to.
I just simply need to follow you, pointing men to One Who’s true.
And as I faithfully follow you, they will see in me a difference too,
Then I can point to Jesus Christ, as the True Sustainer of my life,
That by the witness of my life, men may choose to follow Christ.
O, soldier sons
Our soldiers are casually way laid
No proper planning or attention is paid
The dirty game is on in the name of democracy
The casualty is on rise and meets with regular frequency
The brutal murderers are equipped with lethal weapons
The bloody guerrilla wars are not openly fought and won
Both the sides suffer heavily and lick the wounds
It leads no where and does not seem sound
I read the prayers are being offered in America
For their brave soldiers fighting from Afghanistan to Africa
It is not the price paid for liberty and freedom
It is long calculation, foresight and wisdom
They die for country so we breathe in peace
Peace and harmony all over and life at ease
The history will evaluate the gain and loss
Open hostility and readiness with swords to cross
The rivers are in spate and causing flood
The water flow is thickened with blood
What message will it carry to the shore?
To conjure the violence or abhor
We can sacrifice precious human lives
If one imposes threat and believes
In violence and brutal attacks
To eliminate them with relentless efforts to track
Soldiers are same all over world
Care for no hot weather or cold
Receiving bullets from the front and dead with kicks
Life is full of uncertainty and is at risk
Fighting with heave odds and criticism
It is full of adventure and not fought under mesmerism
The reality is bitter with no show of strength
People comment with no responsibility at different length
Are they pushed in field of their own?
Does the right spirit of seeds are sown?
Does the love for mother land rule supreme?
Have we adopted conciliatory path or extreme?
If it is deliberate thrust then must be countered
The peaceful way can not be altered
The violence can not be met with violence
But some tough posture must be adopted hence
It is proving like Achilles wound
From the surface it may like nice and sound
It will eat you up from within
Loss and turmoil with no sign of complete win
It is misfortune that we have to live under such state
In civilized world it can be termed as unfortunate fate
Who may want next generation to live with fear?
With all unforeseen consequences and pain to bear
We can solute to our brave sons of soil
And to farmers who feed us and toil
We have no words to praise their part
We have deviated our stand and preferred to depart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over my death
Let no one cry over my death
Let it be considered as last breathe
I may lay there as brave man
Faced odds in struggle but died as human
Bravery knows no bounds
All words seem so sound
That may encourage future generation
To strengthen the bond and cement the relation
Nation may pay homage to brave sons
"Here lies our future in person"
"He died for national cause"
The words may read thus
Let no one shed tears
Let no tragic words should fall in ears
That may undermine my sacrifice
As many more may have to lay life and fulfill the promises
Occasionally you may come and lay the wreath
Remember me with floral tribute and take oath
Not to have fears in consequences to follow
Let the nation develop and fearlessly grow
I knew nothing when ventured into enemy
I had full trust and faith in almighty
I heard a voice to dash against wall
In doing so it was expected a fall
What else can be so sacred?
When you are honored to lead
A mission to spread message and give warning
Not a place here to bargain or go for earning
My eyes may look beyond boundary
Demand more of sacrifice if necessary
Let enemy be taken by sudden surprise
I shall come out of grave and rise
I shall prefer thousand demises
If that is criteria to stand for promises
A honor very rare to any national
There is logic behind with strong rationale
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A freedom is not in a day
Freedom is not attained in single day
It has proved difficult and in tortuous way
How many precious lives are lost in process?
Do we have any words for criticism to face?
Whoever has laid down life may not go in waste
It requires sacrifice and untiring efforts to stand test
We may be able to core it out right or gain the freedom
If the path so chose is non-violence then it is really wisdom
No wars have been won with continued hostility and bloodshed
The revolution may be written as history of shame with no watershed
There may be holocaust and human misery to be swallowed later
The result may have been there but many may come to be known as traitor
Freedom fighters are termed as dacoits or law breakers
They will make enough propaganda for ready takers
It may help them for little times to come and regroup
This can be called as popular uprising and not as military coup
The mighty power has witness sudden downfall
They have bow under tremendous pressure and international call
They have fear of losing the out side support
No out side help can come through the busy ports
Freedom can be won through non-violence means too
It may minimize human loss and this is equally true
We have witnessed many prolonged and bloody revolutions
It has not helped to prove misery but only lead to power devolution
What even if freedom is gained in total sense?
Has that got any relevance in its presence?
Have we attained whatever was desired or expected from?
The truth is bitter but to be explained to whom?
Who will never accept our own theory of deception?
How we remained under subjugation from inception?
Why did we not rise in revolt and tried for solution?
Did we try for it honestly and went for its dissolution?
Will story be rewritten when brought facts in open?
If so when it will find the light of the day and reopen?
Who will shed the light and appreciate the sacrifice?
The fact will be forgotten when people occupy the office
It is hard won struggle and must be preserved at all cost
The power should be shared and utilized for the most
Who knows it may prove acid test for days to come?
Why not celebrate it with fun fare and welcome?
It is unforgettable that freedom has cost us so much
We can’t afford to loose it again in a manner as such
Who will pardon us if we fail to cherish and protect
It has to be defended at all costs in fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The True American Indian
Like a warrior I stand
brave and strong
and my wisdom
is like the mighty chief
my words are wise
that I speak
as I follow the vision
that is my destiny
to protect this sacred land
My soul is one with the wolf
and my Spirit is with the wind
I will never turn my back
on my Spiritual belief
but will fight for who are weak
from those who are wrong
in their ways of the white man
I will not run and hide
from the suffering and pain
that you conflict
in times that are black
I am a chosen one
a face you will never forget
in these days to come
And just like the rising sun
my people will rise again
in the end
we will walk free
for we are
the true American Indian
(Spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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