Blot on humanity
It is darkest hour in our history,
Dark nights shrouded with mystery,
Keeping under heels and making mockery,
Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
We may hide cruel face under facial,
Abuses hurl and utterances very racial,
Delicate phase but survival very crucial,
Efforts needed nor normal but very special,
Colour cast, creed based on ethnic entity,
Human race can’t maintain proper continuity,
Change in attitude and mental state,
Can’t risk entire race to a dangerous fate,
Thousands of people flee homeland and live,
Constant fear for life and prepared to dive,
Decades of struggle not paying any result,
More poverty, inhuman treatment and insult,
Holocaust, partition and burning of homes,
Green pastures and forest reserve in flames,
Not sparing nature and still more blames,
Is it deliberate attempt to play dirty games?
Still we not miss a chance for double speak,
Invade on neighbours, who are feeble and weak,
Impose terms so as to strangulate and muffle,
Win a war without bloodshed and scuffle,
Is it simple fight between black and white?
We still can understand it is mere a fight,
Still we can see ray of hope and light,
Solve the mystery even with wrong or right,
Destruction everywhere to impose ideology,
Unbalancing act to disturb core and ecology,
Forcing millions to accept the domain,
Count more dead or sub duly remain,
On each day of passing we will witness,
Arrogance more and vanishing politeness,
Harshness more and little softness,
Still lies hope for ascending goodness
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Slavery or bondage
Is it not inhuman to keep person in bondage?
Can we escape it by merely saying it is practice since ages?
Is it blessings from God that you have been afforded chance?
Will it not be the gravest mistakes on your part and last chance?
It is sheer madness to keep human beings under chain
Why not allow them to mix with their brethren and remain?
Who would not be in position to read agony and plight in their eyes?
Will it be considered as prestigious position if you held many slaves?
It is product of sick mind coupled with total disregard to almighty
Whatever you do to keep somebody under yoke is simply a pity?
Is it a curse or shame to have birth in the form of human being?
Is it the prerogative of mighty, wealthy or powerful kings?
When I see in the eyes of animals they try to see in with hopes?
Neck has deep wounds and all flies just attack when they are tied in ropes
How can we see human beings kept under bonded position?
Is it blind faith, malign intent or racial composition?
We committed slavery on the basis or race, color and poverty
We considered them inferior or property from war booty
It was altogether jungle rule and misconception in mind
Considered it as status symbol with no parrerels to find
It is against natural law of justice and to be condemned
Voice should be raised and system should be damned
Where millions die for the want of food under slavery
How can we talk of justice or an act of bravery/
I wish to perish along with millions of unfortunate souls
They may not have an idea or feel the game of fouls
They may accept as mere destiny or simple fate
Luck may sometimes come to them very very late
Slavery mushrooms out of ignorance and poverty
They have always suffered under the power of mighty
They are made to suffer under the slavery yoke
It is not only inhuman but pretty and cruel joke
Men has always tried to undermine the authority of God
Tried to play under different games and committed fraud
It is not confined to one region, race or continent
It has to be curbed altogether with contentment
My head bows in shame for all those who still suffer
We may have different ideas to tackle and differ
Still it is shameless act and need not be faced
It is His will to spare all with honor and graced
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Firing squad
Whose hands should have been hand cuffed and blind folded?
To face a death penalty and possible murder in cold
Can this practice be not put on permanent hold?
Can this be construed as cowardice act or bold?
Still this practiced is on in this civilized world
Reminiscences of cruel days yet not put in cold
Human lives at stake and honest living is marginalized
Fight for freedom and liberty is penalized
Our forefathers and champions always emphasized
Need to struggle for rights and honors energized
“Live and let others live” slogan should be patronized
Need to struggle for human rights should be intensified
Fruits of their struggle may not go in vain,
Struggle for rule and power will always remain,
With a view to have sway under their domain,
Rest all to suffer heavily under agony and pain,
What did they get for their struggle in return?
Old hard days of draconian rule and ugly turn
Misery, poverty and humanity on actual run
Autocratic rule and decisions at point of gun
Still end of peaceful struggle is not in sight
People still crushed, ruled under power or might
Those who continued with weapon and fight
Vanished and never saw a future in a day’s light
Normal citizens face brutal police assault
Wanton killing and wounds are rubbed with salt
You fill in their coffers with wealth?
You shall be fine with the state of health
You may witness fake encounters and executions
Innocents will be punished under the name of institutions
You will face firing squads with inhuman brutality
People all over the world with different nationality
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Dead nights
Dark clouds run to cover sun’s face,
With sparkling lights to join the race,
Descending on earth with malign intent,
Fear, destruction all with dreaded content,
Pin dropp silence in midst of night,
Not a ray of hope or slight light,
Little scuffle or fierce fight,
All noticed with powerful sight,
Dead night represent people pessimist,
No hope of revival as done by optimist,
Passim is t wait for ship to be sunk,
Optimist tries to drag even if drunk,
One remains always awake
Even nothing is at stake,
Person with controlled wishes,
Even water is disturbed with movement of fishes,
Holy soul departs at mid night,
Path is set with precision and right,
Evil doer’s absence may not be missed,
Good and light will always be noticed,
Nights represent bleak future and gloom,
Even flowers feel shame and not boom,
All wrong doings done at night,
People may thin it is path right,
Night is not all that bad,
Proper time to remain calm and sad,
All energy to cool and find some rest,
Preparation for next day’s fight for best,
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Racial abuse
When dead night descends on earth,
It is for sure someone is picked from his berth,
To travel safely to heavenly abode and reside,
Seek permanent refuge with all worries to subside,
Night depict horror, terror in colour black,
No chance to recover and report back,
But when it largely looms over the big horizon,
Big dark forests may feel shame in Amazons,
Nature’s discrimination is well defined,
It has message and meaning well refined,
Never it has narrow aim and not confined,
Always kind to mankind and not fined,
If nature resorts to some kid of discrimination,
The place left is only ground cremation,
It needs no signal for confirmation,
Its impact is always yes in affirmation,
It is difficult to understand term racial,
Beauty may surface even without facial,
Survival may be the question crucial,
But why practice it private or official?
If you can challenge the power supreme?
Steps you take very outdated and extreme,
Only you think that race May extinct,
If you not resort to attack and inflict,
Many nations look so liberal and human,
Advocate the human rights for woman,
Message of love and peace sent across,
But at home they draw the sharp swords,
Who can prove which race is super?
Claim over all and try to keep hand upper,
Can this lead to harmony and avoid unrest,
What course is left then suitable and best?
My head bows in shame and protest,
Not succumb to pressure and contest,
It is not the time for attack and test,
The hard won battle may have more rest,
I continue to suffer agony and plight,
Many flee homes and leave by flight,
May not be the reason so convincing and right,
But dark may always rule over beautiful light,
Racial attacks on students serve no purpose,
In olden days kings were thrown and depose,
Does this not shock student community?
Who are symbol of progress and continuity?
Whether students, blacks, whites or creed,
All are essential and immediate need,
What most they expect is positive feed,
So when back home can certainly lead.
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A polluted thoughts
Have we polluted ourselves completely?
Is there any dramatic change very lately?
Is there still any thing left to think seriously?
There is serious matter danger looms large obviously
There is all-round poor rating and dismal show
We are at low ebb and no willingness to grow
There is systematic genocide and currently flow
In our actions, thoughts and in mind it blows
No field is left untouched
Greenery has disappeared and forests are torched
New and unknown fields are searched
Everything has come to our possession and encroached
We have developed the tendency to grab
We go cautiously and advance step by step
We take enough care to see that there are no lapses
It must remain there unnoticed and not reported as cases
It is tremendous job undertaken by us
We don’t express regret or make any fuss
We are preparing for works holocaust and disaster
There is no fear from any one and act as great master
There is pollution in mind where all dangerous ideas emanate
It not only encourages such move but cleverly generate
It has nothing to do with human race at any rate
It is deliberate move to annihilate entire race on particular date
We have embarked upon a gigantic project with masterly stroke
It may take years to come to the light and people woke up
It is dangerous ploy to play with precious lives
People may condemn it later as they firmly believe
Nature and human race has lived for centuries together
Nothing has changed in sense and remained intact together
No one can think of playing with fire in their own house
It may certainly endanger survival and people may certainly grouse
The toxic waste in natural flow of river can drive to destruction
This is done purely without any sensible thinking and deliberate instructions
The entire population living on the banks may face their lives at stake
The industries may be enjoying the fruits and cutting the cakes
Everybody is concerned of material gain and it has remained main thrust
They have no regard for human lives and lot the complete trust
We have polluted our minds at dangerous level
We have only one aim and that is to gain and excel
It is strange thing that has developed in our mind
It s implication may come to be known whenever we find
Nature may not remain mere spectator and prove very kind
It may have its own role to teach and warn the blinds
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Red Is The Blood We Bleed
It is a very natural thing for one to love their Land of birth
And think that their Homeland Country is the finest Land on Earth
In his Lay of the last Minstrel Walter Scott said it all
Often with tears the migrant the old Homeland recall.
But when we feel that our race is superior it is there the wrong come in
Though we never hear of a war on racism a war we well might win
As racism can lead to war it is a moral sin
For those who feel that they have the right to judge you by the colour of your skin.
The National flags in the wind on the flag posts wave on War Memorial day
As we remember those who fought and died in past wars fought far away
Of war heroes and war victories we may feel proud to brag
But is it the war dead we respect or the colour of our National flag?
The war dead we commemorate died for justice, peace and liberty
But many in the World of today know of oppression and live in abject poverty
If the war dead could only speak many of them well might say
We would not fight a war again were we living today?
It is a very natural thing for to love one's own Homeland
And the nostalgic tears of ageing migrants are not hard to understand
But feelings of superiority of race to war can often lead
And we may be black or brown or white but red is the blood we bleed.
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Mark of respect
Women need it as mark of respect
We all have to think seriously and introspect
When God has made it then why do we stand as suspect?
Has everything got relevance with cast, creed, color or sect?
Yes, color do attract us for certain reasons
It is natural and varies from person to person
But is it the only criteria to hate an individual?
Still we have we to fight against role called dubious or dual?
I salute to those who stand against such move?
They may be threatened with their live or removed
Yet the fight may not be over till it ends
We as an human beings must change our trend
We are in land of peace and liberty
We are equally blessed with freedom from almighty
Why do we create hatred only on the basis of color?
This is not simple matter but serious and major
Some of the people may not speak openly against
But secretly they will bless and insist
That struggle rages on indefinitely
The people are brandished and disappear quietly
It is suppression and blot on humanity
It is not even today discouraged for continuity
Enough blood has been shed and still it remains
Let us do everything which is possible in our domain
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The Colour Of Our Skin
Why are we obsessed with a persons colour,
When life without it would be so much duller,
We only get one chance in this life,
Yet another's shade can cause so much strife.
We'll buy black and white paint without thinking twice,
Decorate Yellow and Red and say it looks nice,
Yet when it comes to the colour of a persons face,
For some unknown reason we think of their race.
Why do we create this terrible mess?
We are all human beings, no more no less,
Regardless of colour it's perfectly true,
One colour can do anything the other can do.
Let's try and put this into perspective,
All other life forms are just not as selective,
Colour to them is mainly for disguise,
It is also an attraction which pleases their eyes.
If we looked at these others then maybe we'd learn,
That colours an asset not a matter for concern,
Here are some examples which will show there's a link,
If nothing else they should make you think.
If ten people died from different cultures,
Then from above appeared some vultures,
Would they look down and say, which colour will we eat?
Of course they wouldn't to them we're just meat.
As the lions stalked humans out in the bush,
They thought which one will we kill if it comes to a push,
There's red and yellow and black and white,
We're not really sure which one is right.
The leader of the pride said, go catch your game
Forget their colour they all taste the same
We don't really care about colour or creed
If we don't kill we die we must have our feed.
Their attitude to life is more clever than us,
Simple ideals they make less of a fuss,
Their aim in this life is just to survive,
If we weren't here all lifeforms would thrive.
Humankind's made in Gods image is what they say,
So why do some humans feel this way,
What colour is God if that's really true,
If truth be told we do not have a clue.
Racism is a purely a human trait,
So what's going to happen when we reach Heavens gate,
Will God harbour racist thoughts in his head,
Then say no black or white just yellow and red.
That's the dilemma facing us here,
There are some we accept while others we fear,
If we could accept who we are comes from within,
There would be no need to worry about,
‘'The Colour Of Our Skin ‘'
Fight Test
I thought I was smart - I thought I was right
I thought it better not to fight - I thought there was a
Virtue in always being cool - so when it came time to
Fight I thought I'll just step aside and that time would
Prove you wrong and that you would be the fool -
I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Light begins it's all a mystery
Oh to fight is to defend if it's not
Now than tell me when would be the time that you would stand up
And be a man - for to lose I could accept but to surrender
I just wet and regretted this moment - oh that I - I
Was the fool
I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Light begins it's all a mystery
And I don't know how a man decides what right for his
Own life - it's all a mystery
Cause I'm a man not a boy and there are things
You can't avoid you have to face them when you're not prepared
To face them -
If I could I would but you're with him now it'd do no good
I should have fought him but instead I let him - I let
Him take it -
I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Light begins it's all a mystery
And I don't know how a man decides what right for his
Own life - it's all a mystery
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Give Me A Cause To Fight For
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as long as the cause is worthy and just
As long as the cause it does not entail violence or secrecy that does lead to mistrust
As long as the cause is of benefit to others like the forgotten children of the lesser god
Poor refugees who flee from war and famine the Stateless and the homeless and downtrod.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though not in any violent way I'll fight
On Human Rights one never should stay silent to live free of persecution should be everybody's right
Even in some so called Democratic Countries political prisoners are being tortured and subjected to the worst of mental as well as physical abuse
All crimes against humanity are abhorrent and for them there cannot be an excuse.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as it should be every Human Being's right to live free
Of religious and racial discrimination and of hunger, Homelessness and poverty
We often hear in post war propaganda they have their freedom now that the war is won
But those who say such things never realize that freedom never does come through the barrel of a gun.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though I'll fight the fight with words and words alone
I am not without sin I am just a sinner so I won't be the first to cast the stone
In this so called age of enlightenment people's Human Rights upon are still trampled and bad things happen behind the prison wall
So give me a cause to fight for and I'll fight for it I will speak out for a fair go for all.
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
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Dilemma
It shakes my faith towards philosophy of life
Many times I thought she could have been better wife
Seconds later it turned out to be best suited for inspiration
Emergence of perfect shadow in mind for imagination
She might have refused outright the proposal
Matter would have ended without any disposal
I wanted it to mature with dignity and honour
No more surprises but need of an hour
Her eye brows are simply seen as unique lines
Why do I think they are perfectly in match with mines?
Do the eyes convey any special greetings?
Is it simple invitation for secret meeting?
I am unable to guess what her minds may speak
Thousand of thoughts cross over mind and sneak
Sometimes they puzzle me for future so bleak
It shivers me from within as if I am feeble and weak
It seems she has no refuge to seek solace and confide
So much pain in eyes but could not hide
She may burst into tears as unexpected rain
Her tremendous efforts to stop and not go in vain
She has complete universal expression on face
So much pain and anguish for unreasonable race
She has her own world to live and rejoice
Not letting her emotions to be translated in voice
The language is not so difficult to understand
Vastness of sea can be observed only on sand
Must swim across the sea and dive to the bed
Hidden treasures in pearls, while blue and red
Well no need to struggle to know her better
She can pen down her feelings in letter
If not possible then try to read or follow
Soothe her feelings …………….
She is in her complete command
No specific request or particular demand
May be she is in search of honest company?
No one can impose a will or access deny
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Race
Lie down, [fair 1//pheromone], and come away
Till the rain is over and gone
G-g-gimme the beat now (face the music)
Lead line (face the music)
If the air is a little thick in this room 2nite
I reckon its the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Talkin so fast that even they
Talkin so fast that even they
Dont know what they mean
Of all the things that base a rhyme
How is it that u everytime
Regurgitate the racist lines that keep us apart?
Thank God this aint monopoly
Ud make us all go back 2 start
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
I gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over theres a lady black
Entrusted 2 her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
Before her momma or another kid at school
Tells her about the fallacy that 1 race rules over the other
Shed be a much-better-off-left fool (face the music)
If we never heard about the evils that those before us committed
Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear, tell me now how now would we know
And then the band say
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
I gotcha
Race
Race
(face the music)
D-d-down with h-i-s-t-o-r-y and all this bs propagandi
Keepin u from me and me from u as we grow
I dont wanna know (I dont wanna know)
Why those before us hated each other
Id rather believe they never did
Id rather believe (Id rather, Id rather believe)
That theres hope 4 a kid
And if he imitates the best
I guess thats what Ill try 2 be
And I will let the rest dissolve with my guitar underneath the sea
Race
(face face face face face)
Face the music (face the music)
Face the music
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
Get it?
Race
Got it
Race
Face the music
Race race
(face face face the music)
Race race
(face face face the music)
Race race
Race race
(face-f-face the music)
Race
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Cynical Days
Another years gone by,
The worlds grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.
Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human natures
Getting pretty thin.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through, these cynical days.
Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark nights closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.
I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But Im competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just dont count,
Makes me wonder what its all about.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Cynical days.
Cynical days.
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Not all blacks
Diamonds are black,
hairs are black,
eyes are also black,
but heart too black?
Bear no grudge,
colours matter less,
does mother throw her child?
if kid is black,
Colour may not remain and vanish,
body may still last but perish,
idea may remain and also cherish,
hatred may remain and us finish,
Body may change from time to time,
The color may fade with passage of time,
nature may not change even with time,
do our feelings change with time?
'Thy' may not appreciate,
human beings should not differentiate,
race, colour and abuse should not substantiate,
where will you seek refuge if atmosphere vitiate?
Let colour not dominate,
race should not subordinate,
let all come together and co-ordinate,
make use of all and not denigrate,
My God was black,
still was loved by many,
Poor are still not hated
even have no money,
I may say it loud,
May feel even proud,
Does that ring so sound?
Let love for all be found,
Let there prevail nationalism,
take credit with idealism,
rationale thinking and some rationalism,
”Ism” all over but term it patriotism,
Sentiments not hurt by calling black,
no wars be fought even stabbed from back,
always carry the ideas in your pack,
remain alert even if you draw a flake,
when out from mother’s womb or mines,
diamond or child will have no shine,
if go by sayings black will not to be liked
with shine in diamond, price will be hiked,
Neither the Black represent dark,
not the dark as word black,
Black may have kind heart,
white may have black,
So say not black is bad,
With black son don’t feel sad,
You will feel good with word dad,
without black or white you will go mad
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Love to Speak
One should love to speak one’s self
As it may remove his mask
Since one leads the life which is full of lies
Hence later on the expectation too belies
It is based on give and take
There is no chance for retake
So take it as pure chance and challenge
If need be one should completely change
Bear it in mind and then accordingly adjust
It is essential and considered as must
It is not the simple game
Where you can air the grievance and blame
Before thinking what better half has
Prove your house is in order and not in mess
It may not be proper to expect everything
We must be prepared to let go something
Love and attachment may come smoothly
Once you are prepared to lead it happily
There is no room for keeping any kind of fear
Live the rest of the life full of joy without any tears
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You go alone
You go for self and wait for none
Fight it out all but one
You may loose path but never be afraid
River may change path and course not straight
Consider it struggle and not path simple,
Task you may have but not opportunity ample,
Life may be game even worst than the gamble,
It may be acid test ………….
Make earnest effort and try very hard,
Life may even last as you grow old,
Youngsters may cut joke and laugh also elder,
Task may get tough as you spread wider,
It may be harder than even Herculean,
You may bogged down and not come clean,
Dark clouds may appear making more thunder,
You may loose heart and fear more plunder
Goal may be off and you may still wonder,
What will be in store? Question you may ponder?
It may hurt you more as ground seems look,
Not to loose composure but come out of hook
In peace you strive more for good result,
Chances may look deem facing more insult,
You may feel shame and not even consult,
It will give pain such as somersault,
If you sweat more less you may bleed
Stormy weather may pass without any read
Time is precious luck you may need,
Best efforts to be put while sowing seed,
You are always master but not go for rest,
Give hope a chance and try for best,
You may not fail but pass the entire test,
Strange are the ways but not last more,
You may have you faced task this before,
Never to contend with less but try more and more
Put your best efforts with new areas explore
Why to go alone and not efforts combine?
Success may come but not result fine,
No sincere effort but only little cry
Empire may be lost with half hearted try
You will need full attempt while acting tough,
Fall you may have on surface rough
Aim always high and inch still forward,
Face all odds and never fall backward,
Put brave front and not withdraw as coward
Success may touch your feet as full reward
Life is worth to live and is biggest award
Try for best and always look forward
You may heave sigh and feel also relief,
It may augur well and strengthen your belief,
Beginning will be little hard as fresh leaf,
Success story may speak and heard by deaf
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New alternative
Sound sleep without any noise
Day starts with bird’s sweet voice
Rest so essential without any choice
All ideas stored in mind with next day’s poise
Complete body relaxes but not mind
Getting new ideas and alternates find
May be they are active cells come to action
Fight with solution and offer novel reaction
Mild sun rays get end dreams to abrupt end
Sudden hurry to get up and ways to mend
Whole body gears up for the new race
Ready to go into action challenges face
It is not day to day routine but hard struggle
So much pressure and some times to buckle
Failure, humiliation but efforts to survive
Learning new things with resolve and strive
Dead are buried and may not speak
Living beings may feel frustrated and weak
Sometimes forcing to end the entire efforts
Losing confidence and maintain the rapports
It is endless struggle to be pressed and kept
No wise man have ever lamented and wept
It may be fall on ground but resolve to rise again
Not to loose hope but try and have solid gain
People may laugh and cut a joke
Unnecessary meddle and try to poke
Sometimes irritations and response evoke
May be unexpected result with masterly stroke
Steering the course in difficult situation
Gaining the ground wit exact and correct evaluation
Not missing the opportunity when knocks door
Show of satisfaction only after reaching the shore
Nothing may come on the way and deny
Success may come and opportunities many
No looking back with riding on the wings
Who knows when poor will be crowned as king?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Powersquad
Preparing for the masses who will fight a horror war
With a little bit of luck and a powerful attack
Gonna force the allied law
Spreading death and blood- terrorizing all the world
In a bloody kinda hope like a killer working dope
Living weapons- cold as ice
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Defending all their idols hard as the burning land
In the middle of the night in a darkest hiding hole
Living legends will be born
Preaching peace of love- emphasizing to be strong
Its another kind of fight for another holy right
Living peaceful in this world
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
We see them die- we see them cry
Pain and heartache- losses of lives
In their fearless hearts- theyre rising high
To just another world of eternity
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
song performed by by U. D. O.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Under Thick Smoke
We propagate and own wholly
As we have failed to understand any
What have we to do with eternal peace?
When life is comfortable spent at ease
Why do we bother about people next door?
Why to think they are black, white or poor?
I am specially suited so enjoy
Why should I put show for decoy?
It is good for public consumption
There can never be any resumption
The difference may remain forever
But still hope is alive to narrow it down, however
We are good at deceiving art
We will show bravery at the start
We may withdraw steps at any time
But may render lip services sometimes
We have learnt to live among fake surrounding
It looks hollow and offer no solution or sounding
It is just spoken at functions but not followed
Some of atrocities are still committed and allowed
Nature e has created day and light
Fear and apprehensions with the advent of night
Why some people black and white?
Why tussle over everything and fight?
It will remain so long as the nature remains
It will persist so long it has strong domain
It will not disappear at one stroke
It may remain even under thick smoke
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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