Back to stone age
I am happy to return to Stone Age
Old intolerance ghost is out of cage
Hatred and violence continue to creates rage
Nothing can be written on simple page
We have not matured and grown with age
Hell bent on rampage and committing carnage
Under the disguise and show cleverly managed
All looked so orderly and meticulously arranged
Does religion permit or allow shaking of faith?
Is it so hollow that compels us to meet with death?
Do we urge more and find berth?
Religions are many or in fact there is no dearth,
Faith is not limited and not restricted to self
Confined to books and not retained in shelf
Spreading poison and venom across the holy land
Dirty game is on and seems to go out of hand
Kill the holy animals to inflame the passion
Coupled with Loot, fire, chaos, burning and arson
Still no grief at heart and appeal for peace
Meeting with persons for situations to ease
Where we are heading for and still waiting
Unruly scenes go on without check and un-abetting,
Situation is allowed to worsen and letting things go
Hitting us below the belt with no ice melting so
For ages we have remained different
Not acknowledging the weakness prevalent and inherent
All below the surface but not looking apparent
Not happened in past but raising head in current
We will not shed the difference and say
Not to surrender and no willingness to pray
Try to create hegemony and complete sway
Misguiding public opinion and carrying away
Let unruly rule the scene
Witness the destruction never before seen
No willingness on part or more so keen
Part of the game though actually not have been
Are we heading for disaster?
No one is there to control as master
World is moving with speed and closing faster
why we play the role as that of blaster
Have yet not crossed all the limits?
Do we not undermine His role and not submit?
Can not candle the light and lead the procession?
Show to world the correct path with cessation
Lot of damage has been done to malign humanity?
There is no useful purpose of its continuity?
You may see the reason in its futility
Life with change to find super quality
No need to go backing Old Stone Age
It is nothing but bondage and cage
We should not burn from with rage
Let us start with new resolve on page
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I Am Disgrace
O lord and creator, thanks for beautiful world
Made it worth living with seasons hot and cold
Endless sky with wonder and thunder
Small hut like place to spend life it’s under
Beautiful creation and people noble,
Offer the worship with body fit and able
Never to suffer as they witness your presence
Each and every particle represents essence
Icy winds and rain drops lessen the heat wave
Relief to sufferings with energy to save
Resolute action with no let up in efforts
Blessed with grace ………………….
Sky so beautiful with colourful rainbow
Noble ideas and faith inspire me to bow
I see the nature with plentiful resource to offer
Pray to thy for brethren not to suffer
Expect daily bright day with golden sunshine
Prevent possible fall and goal not to undermine
Rush for rescue and aid to help the poor
Message to spread from door to door
With all His blessings still I fear,
Agony in life and unhappiness bear,
So many tales of torture and horror hear
Grateful to HIM as life is not out of gear
Whole body burns with continuous rage
Find no words how to write on page
I feel helpless as if confined to cage
Strong urge from within to seek reprisal, and revenge
Why good teachings from holy books not appeal?
Hate, intolerance, disregards, all ideas repeal
Is it true that truth my prayer isn’t sincere?
Inherent weakness and non faith appear
You may not pardon me for sinful act,
Outwardly noble but cowardly react,
How long I would deny reality or fact?
To cheat one’s own conscience with skilful tact
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A life is circus
The life is like great circus ring
It consists of happy and tragedy wings
Every character has to play an important role
The circus as such is combination of whole
The joker occupies central position
He is tragedy king but nice composition
He makes every to laugh with his funny actions
All the time children come out with “once more” reactions
Everything moves on with systematic way
Whole area is illuminated with light to make it like day
Animals and trained staff move in orderly fashion
Special precise shows in air and ground not covered with cushion
This all is doe to please circus loves and people alike
Children love it most and what to talk about dangers shows on moving bike
It is limited show but all dangerous moves staged
Lions too roar at ring master even if hunted in cage
They are bothered at all about their precious lives
It is performed perfectly perform and in art form they generally believe
You go there for entertainment and tension is relieved
Though fear grips you constantly and you remain under that impression and live
Life is also an art and we perform dangerous acts
This undeniable, inseparable and undisputable fact
How you can perform it nicely and come out of it is super tact?
We are used to live with continuously in fact
We would, like joker in circus want to laugh and cry
We would be making cautious moves and in fact try
The things to moved in orderly manner is call of the day
It is good pointer to mankind and human being to find the way
It is mixed feeling for the human being to cry and shed tears
Sometimes they have to undergo agony and pain still to bear
Keeps the face smiling even in adverse situation for show to go on?
This is how we move on and don’t succumb to pressure and win
No one plays part willingly but has compulsion to do it
It has its inherent weakness and makes men perfectly fit
It has tremendous zeal power to counter and come out
May be that is the strongest point not face the rout
Let us build the stamina and act as different character
Keep the scenes live and perform as seasoned actor
You may be performing in different sectors
You may got to emerge and come out as clear victors
Life may move on but with difference
We must draw correct inference
It may help us at any corner
We got to pick it up later or sooner
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Jealousy
I am overpowered and taken over by intense jealousy
Some one should not get angry on me and feel pity?
Neither has it been confined to one town or city
Nor it has been descended from divinity
I feel that I have been confined to cage
As if nothing has been written on page
Blurred vision with no thinking and direction
Lacking morale and nothing to offer for action
I feel shame and continue to burn
I may soon be out of scene in turn
What should I do and try to learn?
Is it confined to me alone and only concern?
Is it the frustration that has taken over?
Is it is the simple tactic to find cover?
Why to hide our own weaknesses for nothing?
Nothing may prove fruitful and come out of it as something
It is sheer madness to get over and go for rage
You can turn rapist or killer from sage
It is stage mean to be adopted for destruction
Then it will be too late to follow the instruction
Love and hate, amity and enmity doesn’t augur well
They are all the symptoms to send us in hell
No one has won the sympathy or gained anything
It is way to go for self destruction for nothing
I may prefer love to hate
People may push me out of gate
Still it is in our hand and not early or late
Can we blame it alone to our fate?
I may have to choose lesser evil
It may be forced on you as will
What is then best way to get out of it?
Prepare worst for self and willingly meet
Intense hatred results into formation of jealousy
Though it is not all of sudden or coming out easy
It burns from within at personal cost
All the relations are put in cold storage and frost
It will not allow you to live peacefully
You may not be aware of it fully
Still it resides in your remote corner
Allows the rage to come out of burner
If you control it in time then it is well and good
It may burn you live as if without food
You won’t come out of it at first
It will always keep you at the last
I can’t go against HIS wish
Love is like water to fish
It may be existent in any form
I shall pray to come out of storm
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Hate to another person
No person can hate to another person
It is not the kind we must find it with reason
Hate generates hate and sometimes results in treason
Person is forced to against his will to follow on
It can not be in anybody’s blood
We eat and have same intake as food
When all are as good as same
How one can pursue different and blame?
Life is all about love and not the hate
It may not be allowed to develop even very late
The easy path must be followed with intense drive
As we all are sensible enough to lead and believe
The hatred burns you from within
It can never lead you to any kind of win
The peace can be totally compromised
If some ways are not taken and promised
Love wins love and hated to hate
We have no words to suitably state
It has colossal damage and loss
It must be observed with complete pause
It damages your personal image
It is not befitting your experience and age
Why animals are kept in cage?
We should be human and completely free from any rage
What are the bright chances for future?
Love leads you to happy and stable tenure
As you have nothing to afraid and feel free
It provides you enough of shed under the tree
No one has benefited from constant hostility
It has never offered you any kind of stability
The nations reel under cold war hysteria
Not enough attention is paid to sincere plea
What can we offer to a world at large?
Can we not have idea for relation to forge?
We can humble assert and urge
If need be enough can be done to purge
Love and hatred does not go together
If one is west then east is another
Like poles repel each other so do love and hatred
There is no road open us to lead
Generally it is growing out of frustration
It does not allow developing very good relation
It may burn you with rage for most of the duration
Complicating the entire scene with lots of questions
you may destroy the good foundation
like we witness the fury of flood after inundation
You may have reversals from all the directions
Any amount of goodwill later on may not correct the action
Life has its own way to reach the conclusion
It may shine with some of the finest inclusions
What are expected to perform and adhere to?
Life is to be lived with happiness and pass through
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Best and fine qualities
The Holy Koran, The Holy Bible and so many others
But holier among them is called motherland and mother
The whole world owes its existence to mother’s womb
No less importance is given to the soul rested in tomb
A holy refuge in man’s body that makes whole difference
A person is lost for ever in another world’ presence
He has the blessings from almighty to do worthwhile
He is embodiment of all divine things in his style
No religion teaches intolerance and brutality
This is one of the best and fine qualities
Love to thee spirit and follow the way
He will always be near and show the way
Life is never given importance
It has been given up at once
It may have no particular style
Yet to think over it for a while
All divine objects preach the change
Life not to be kept standstill but turn with age
It may shine with the incorporation of letters on page
Control over desires and peaceful existence without rage
“Come to me and I will take care”
“You feel secure and have to go no where”
You are not to worry and get afraid of devil’s influence
These are themes and essential essence
The sun has existed for millions of years
The same has been put to us in our ears
We understand the presence of divine force
Final selection has to come from any source
It is very difficult to follow different philosophy’
It may look sometimes silly and phony
What we need to follow is adherence
Any religion you from now on hence
Swear on His name and leave behind worry
He will never show you ugly face to feel sorry
Keep any image in mind and worship
The voyage may be smooth to anchor with the ship
We will have peace of mind with first sound of churches bell
First prayer call from mosque may take you away from hell
What else we need to hear or read from holy books?
Let us pray for single religion which takes us out of the hook
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A move to reveal
There is nothing more to reveal
Mind is to act as vault and conceal
No willingness to for help and heal
This is problem and tragedy real
Humanity is on shame and there is deal
It is simple show of sympathy and not real
How long we will cheat our own conscience and soul?
Do we want to sleep in night like owl?
It may not get changed
Everything is simply arranged
The stage show is well managed
The thought demolition is on and raged
It is real pity
There is no continuity
There is no standardization in quality
It is mere show of strength and clear ability
There may be immediate gain
It may not be felt as pain
The vanes may easily allow thick blood to flow
W may shut the eyes and unnaturally grow
No one has time to think and act
We have lost even courage to react
We silently surrender to the ill wish
It may kill us from within to finish
Nothing changes except one’s own will
One can choose the way and go on to kill
Either it may be the core like thing or concept
We are not still live to reality and ready no accept
We have learnt to live with dubious distinction
We love and like the burning situation with friction
This can easily lead us to smooth passage for extinction
Let us not forget our own survival in question
No one can break the ice
If it is done then may certainly look nice
We are still left with nice fixtures
The world looks so lovely with bright future
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No tit for tat
No tit for tat will work
As it is not worth
No hearts can be won either by violence or hatred
We are wrongly led into believing
It will heighten rage
You will be tiger but shut in cage
You will kill yourself by jealousy
And that mind hunt may always keep you busy
It has remained age old saying
It ahs never been rewarding or paying
Person has always suffered with short vision
As he may never come out of confusion
It may mar his right thinking
He may always be worried and sinking
That may not him safely to the shore
As he may be drowned more and more
He may have tendency to kill
No good company may help him to fill
He will prefer isolation and may land in disaster
This may upset him and push down faster
End the day with fine thinking and analyze
What has gone wrong whole day and think wise
It may help you to correct next day
This will bind you together and show the way
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To live with crisis
We have learnt to live with the crisis
So much can be written as pure thesis
It is not that we have lost moral base
Everybody has become conscious and wants to be at ease
Those were the days when people used to rise in revolt
Some of the incidences were coming like jolt
It was never on expected lines and proved decisive
The people have risen to the occasion and not remained submissive
It is mass demonstration of strong resolve
If no grievances are addressed to or care is taken to solve
The public outburst is legitimate concern
It engulfs entire region in turn
People were offering life while facing bullets
They were putting obstacles at all outlets
The nationalist spirit was really at heart
They did not want even little to part
The nobility was never questioned
The royal houses were always honored
The public concern was their most priority
The olden history is praising this as their best quality
The duties and rights were equally weighed
The line was known and clearly laid
The loyalty was never in doubt
Today nothing of that sort talked about
Public has no time for such activities now
The glory and fame has become thing of past
No one may risk the life for silly reasons
There are no worth personalities to lead as persons
They have enough of stemina on tolerance
They want no more lesson or references
The radical steps has witnessed sea change
People have loved to live with the age
Now nothing bothers such as unrest and strikes
Unemployment and poverty has less dislikes
The statistics educate them about the real scene
The difficulties and problems are understood and seen
The student unrest or mass protest is seen as stage managed
The corporate bodies, politicians have never salvaged
The deep crisis concerning public at large
The end game is open and no one wants it to enlarge
The action is aimed at diverting the public opinion
Some of them are contemplated by the powerful unions
Greedy and local leaders are not staying behind
They too want their lions share to find
The public suffers as holy cow
Total concept and view points are changed now
No one has regard for humanity or nationality
Every one is trying to score so as to prove ability
Nothing has remained holy as it was before
No right persons are coming forward therefore
The public has understood the game
No one is prepared to share the blame
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A war clouds
It is not the question of wordy duel
It is raging fire added with fuel
How a person can turn cruel?
Why can’t they have peace mutual?
This can’t go to their head
They want marching army ahead
They want to show overall lead
They want the message to be clearly read
It has remained age old dream and wish
They wanted hegemony and others to finish
Aim is only arms trade to flourish
they have only death faces to kiss
World have faced many holocaust
Natural and man made outbursts
Skirmishes on boundary lines
Celebration with champagnes and wines
Enough blood is to be bled but for whom?
War clouds may overcast and zoom
The war will be declared soon
The dark shed may appear on moon
Is it not the blot on humanity?
We want to continue the hostility
Do he wars have some special quality?
Destruction and deaths unnecessary and in futility
Is it not the devils dream with evil design?
How can we entertain and meekly resign/
There is still no sign of remorse
The war is thrust by tremendous force
War can change entire scene
The scattered bodies all over seen
Who are all very eager and keen?
Many countries actively involved and deliberately in
Hail their feat with loud applause
Die with hunger but passions don’t rouse?
Tolerate the injustice and hang on for destruction
Only deaths may await you as pure instruction
There is no joy or gladness
It will increase only sadness
Millions may die of hunger and starvation
World may watch silently with observation
They may thrive on lucrative business
It is pure consideration and madness
Few countries may benefit and others suffer
Let us join the threads and not differ
It may spill blood and result in quarrels
There will be exchange gun fire from barrels
It won’t be fight between loyalists and rebels
It may find name in holy war as label
Why can’t we profess bullet for ballet?
Love and peace without any hatred
Let durable peace prevail with peace mission ahead
We as citizens come forward and lead
There is no realization and escape route
As we have failed to eradiate cause or root
It may engulf entire area in turmoil
There will be subjugation and occupation
Besides death, economy may cause hardship
The war mongers may claim real championship
The diplomacy may take over and initiatives may be thrust
All in good faith with broad smile and trust
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You do anything.......
You do anything you like
Go on roof top and shout with mike
Create scarcity and price you hike
Nothing can stop you to look alike
It is one and al the same
Playing role of life as part of the game
No lament but excuses offer lame
Earn livelihood along with the fame
Still your are called simple human
No distinction between woman and man
All activities so general and common
Nothing new but life simply goes on
I do it because see it happen around
Consider it usual and system sound
Nothing wrong or lacuna found
No reason to forgo and new way round
It will go on and not change a slight
May be there at the end a light?
All goodness seemed to be in sight
Will not appeal me as path right
Is it so human and psychological?
Is there no other way to be so logical?
Bad things set aside and fine one to recall,
No further downgrading and save from fall
Just seemed to me a difficult task
Performing it by wearing a mask
Never bothered to think and ask
Is it proper for me to continue and last?
If I could change a little or improve
Nothing to show to world and prove
It is just normal and simple way
So biting conscience and have humble way
It will have His approval and blessings
Never might you feel any thing missing
Still you remain in race very much same
Same ground same way and same game
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Rising sun
Some people are firm believer of rising sun
Prayers in the morning and then only run
Toil hard to earn bread in hot after noon
Some people do think of star and bright moon
Some of the sects worship fire
So sacred to them and always admire
It is pure faith that keeps them together
All pray, worship and respect others
Anger or hate emanate from intolerance
If we fail to understand its essence
We fail to notice the omni presence
Try to misread His message in the absence
Where we do we read or find the hatred?
Why do we kill the person only for bread?
Have to lead the life as it has lost the charm?
Relations strained and remained not warm
Universe spread over vast sea land
Can’t we see in it creator’s hand?
Why we term others enemy or friend?
When we know for sure we are going to end
Help the poor and weep the tears
Consider them friend and dearest of dear
He may sometime show the mercy
Go to help them without feeling pity
It may cost you nothing more
People may respect you and adore
If yours little effort can make them happy
Surely go for help even you feel sleepy
Life is dear to us but proving miserable
We may not find ways even if capable
We may find fault with preacher’s credence
Nothing will guide us……….
All heavenly bodies speak of themselves
It is how we mould and understand ourselves
Let us not malign religion, faith or path
End to hatred and unnecessary blood bath
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Fire and ice
Fire and ice
I was raging from inside
The difference was spreading wide
I was visibly moved but could not hide
As it was apparent from all the sides
Why was I hated for single reason?
That I was poor and hence can’t called person
Or was it simple color combination?
That put me in very big question
I did come up from middle class
But it was not simple pass
I countered problems at each stage
Even though I was fast coming up with the age
My childhood was fuelled by apathy
As I was shown no sympathy
Parent were subjected to mean respect
As I observed it with regret
The fire was slowly rising
It was hatred sans love comprising
What more was to do any harm than this?
It was giving me pain long tease
The jungle fire can be extinguished
A person can be honored and distinguished
The life can be doe away with or finished
But this internal fire was finding no chance to be diminished
Thank God I was little sympathetic for social cause
I had seen hatred and hence did not mind because
I knew it will engulf all if encouraged
I confined to self, controlled and managed
It is nice to see if fire is easily put off
It will be very difficult if aided by wind and not stopped
That may cause wide spread damage and bring disaster
We all need to control it as children without our master
No one may come forward and show you the way
It has to be pushed and never be allowed to stay
If give little quarter even unknowingly
That may result and cast doom convincingly
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A Limit On Intolerence
We have crossed the limit of intolerance
We are not in position to draw any reference
The terrorist have thrown open the challenge
Now it must be seen how do we come out and manage
They come at will and strike at the heart of center
There are number of people who act as their mentor
We have still not found out who is their real creator
It is proving difficult for us to control them as cruel actors
It is mad race and everybody is engulfed with its consequences
People are butchered in day light and still we come cross many instances
The earth has changed its color from green to red
We can judge and think but unable to understand and read
What is their primary goal in mind?
How can they be indifferent and unkind?
What do they achieve by killing innocents?
What is purpose behind their unholy movements?
How can religion guide blind faith and be unreasonable?
How passion can be run at highest level and remain uncontrollable?
It is fanatic’s work that is to be countered with strong will
We can’t allow unstoppable game which is aimed at to kill
They are not bothered about their own life
They prefer to live in uncertainty and amidst strife
They are cutting the edges of knife
The situation is still not opportune or ripe
They are killers and known as suicide bombers
They are experts in acrobatics and good climbers
They are trained in all the fields and have expertise
They go in quick action and very boldly summarize
The administrative machinery is facing enormous problem
The terrorists have no national sentiments or have any emblem
Their main motto is to kill and rule over vast land
They can’t be sympathizer or lovely friend
They are not worshippers of the God or almighty
They want to prove themselves as mighty
They are cruel at heart and have no pity
They find no reason in peace and almost strike in cities
The day may be blackened with many more strikes
They may continue to rule and butcher the people with fire from bikes
It is not impossible to control them but needs careful planning
It has to be done with strong resolve and proper awakening
Let free world breathe with peace
Let them pass the time with ease
Why people should live amidst uncertainty?
It is their main concern and must be addressed definitely
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Peace march to square
Does the silent peace march take us to square?
Do we know how to gain freedom and it lies where?
Is it in the buildings or in the palace where king lives?
Or is it the symbolic resistance or signal to which they believe?
How far the bullets may travel and pierce through?
Do they believe it right thing to do or very true?
I feel it is damaging complete confidence built so far
Indiscriminate firing can disperse the mob but can’t win the war
There is stretchable limit for any substance
It can be pulled to certain extent at once
Beyond it will result in breakage or disaster
The whole foundation can be raged to ground faster
The people’s aspirations can wait even longer
They know the reality and are no strangers
The freedom and land mother land is holier than heaven
They are prepared to lead difficult life for it even
The freedom does not come in hand over night
So much blood is shed in determined fight
No one can argue in favor or against with its course
It hardly matters if it thrust upon by peace or force
When time has come to rejoice its fruit
No one can take it away by any kind of loot
The national wealth is public property
It is powerful asset to remove the poverty
The merchant of death may not leave the path easily
They will not show any kind of willingness readily
There are silent ways to force on the perpetuators
The public rage and outburst can be seen as indicator
How many more may be lynched to death for uncertain future?
Who will promise them freedom in land and secure?
Why people are forced to resort to non violent means?
Is it seen as victory on evils by good as clear win?
People may have final say when tyrants have gone
Meanwhile enough damage might have been done
Young and old alike might have lost their precious lives
This can be termed as cowardice act in which they firmly believe
One bloodier encounter may result in heavy blood bath
No one may come forward to force them leave such path
No external but internal pressure can force them to flee
So the innocent country men can feel secure and free
It is commendable approach to adhere to non violence
The eyes of whole world is upon them and attracted hence
Whatever be outcome, there will be respite after turmoil is over
World must live up to expectation and prove humanitarian cover
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You Have Deceived
You have deceived
The message was long back received
God sent you here with big smile
You forgot him meanwhile
You were to spread
Live the life and lead
Peaceful life with message
Not to force anybody to live in cage
He made no difference
You were chose and sent at once
With love and peace
To live with others at ease
Every object live with harmony
Still message not understood by many
Hatred and war control the rage
Create bad blood and drive a wedge
Obey and listen to what is meant for
Stop the unrest and avoid the war
“Peace and calm is my message”
Open the chapter with message on page
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Eye for An Eye
Eye for an eye and blood for blood”
Revenge must be sought even if having no food
it reminds us of primitive days of stone and wood
Many civilizations have swept away or buried after flood,
They are in places where fanatics rule the world,
Day time daily murders with cold blood
Forcible imposition of will to bring them into fold,
To create the formidable cartels for banned drugs and gold,
their main aim is to export violence and terrorism,
Selecting the easy and show the barbarism
Still world sleep and offer limited or no criticism,
there is no sign of iron will to contain fascism,
Only handful of people hold the world to ransom
Sources are know where do they come from?
Still powerful politicians lack will and reel under gloom
when the real spring will come and flowers blossom
Is it right path to be pursued for attainment of goal?
Minting money by extracting diamonds from coal,
All come under one platform with aim to rule,
Preparing for war under new name of terror school,
It is said” if sword is to be drawn”
Then it should never be withdrawn?
Let all heads roll down on the ground
But the noble cause must be very much known,
So much destruction.loss of lives and bloodshed,
Innocents lay killed under the sun without any shed
thousand become homeless and many flee the scene
complete land becomes red and visibly seen
I may not preach violence but see the need to curb,
If countries needed to be told then must be snubbed
It should not be for self interest, national interest
Not to surrender to any pressure or yield to unrest
They will not understand the language of peace
Life may remain paralyzed and not at ease
It will be reign of terror with no where to go
How people can feel safe and try to forgo
Humanity will be at loss and continue to suffer
People may try to impose though others may differ
It is political hegemony which is at stake
They will remain under turmoil but not alert or awake
World may not heave a sigh of relief
If eye for an eye is their ideology and belief
They may call it martyrdom for freedom
They get hold or recognition seldom
World has to wake up to the reality
Must address the problem with sincerity
It may be solved to benefit of all
Peace should be ultimate goal and call
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Sharp shooters
We will need more sharp shooters,
More crowd to play as hooters,
Banks to be kept open for looters,
More violence in films for viewers,
All available for negligible amount,
No records and no cash account,
When more worries and trouble mount,
All come in force and their presence count,
No names no involvement and finished from the scene,
Assassins fire shots which nobody is keen,
Fleeing from scenes easy as not always seen,
Threats completely removed as there had been,
They are all integral part of the system,
Liquidation is process and not always custom,
If hired crowds not there then who will shout?
It is dirty game and nothing to think about,
Scoundrels play the game and not always seen,
Not easy to formant trouble so not very keen,
But show has to be carried and need henchman,
Let people die then who is man or woman,
When rulers break the rule no one can protect,
Nothing will work even mounting strong protest,
It is beginning of downfall and strong acid test,
They will try to crush and use means best,
Nothing can work bullets or ballots,
People may vanish who work as parrots,
No yes man or stooge can last longer,
Truth will prevail and not last the monger,
New scene may emerge on simple ruins,
New currency can be made in form of coins,
Strong public opinion and enforcement of laws,
All will flee the scene including outlaws
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Astonishing Panorama Of The Endtimes
The boys got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And hes been waiting so long
To get it on.
The boys 15 but hes 16 gauge
Wants to break out from his jesus cage
Hes already torn out the last page
Its the latest rage
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, kill your god
Kill your tv
The boys purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bullet With Butterfly Wings
The world is a vampire
Sent to drain
Secret destroyers
Hold you up to the flames
And what do I get
For my pain
Betrayed desires
And a piece of the game
Even though I know
I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold
Like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Game Show
Cuttin pictures from a magazine
... paper smile but not from you to me
Another statue in a ?
A breakfast alone
Another compromising ?
Another game show
The game show
The game show
I pass the time away before I sleep
I have your picture sitting next to me
I taped your picture in a book
Dont bother reading I just take a look
Dont have to turn the page before I know
So full of answers I dont need to know
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
Dont have to turn the page before I know
You ask me questions I already know
The time has finally come to let it go
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
song performed by by Ministry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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