For Fools
Democracy is for fools
Where they become simply tools
On the name of liberty and freedom
Where rights are respected seldom
Who says people are fully protected?
They are pushed to be infected
With rotten ideas of causes
Its delays and deniable of access
People tolerate as it generates only income
Exploitation is everywhere and welcomed
Why poor are getting poor day by day?
When there are enough off opportunities on the way?
When powers are transferred in the hands of few
The judiciary requires its overhaul and review
No doubt it may provide growth
But push many into jobless leading to death
Think of a plight when money power concentrated
All concerns are taken over by few and deliberated
Upheavals, revolts and attacks by threaten postures
That is how we see the democratic future
Yet it is preferred and appreciated
At least people are heard when infuriated
Their concern is conveyed and realized too
This is another case not very true
You are not killed in day light
You are not pushed in streets to fight
Yet it can be called way of life and system
Everything must be felt and realized them
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Days Are Not Far
Days are not far off when you will run
Not the army may follow you with gun!
But people will throw rotten eggs on your head and have fun
You will be painted black and paraded in hot sun
You may wonder and think what has happened to this people
They were helpless and never in position or capable
How could they rise in rebellion and raise the banner?
What was the inspiration and who was the trainer?
Romania faced same fate when dictator had to pay heavily
Libya followed same bloody path and paid dearly
Egypt and Jordan are burning under heavy public pressure
People have lost the patience and want secured future
People are killed in streets like animals and goats
Promises are given and dreams are shown with fine quotes
Life is at standstill and hungry people are on rampage
The history will be written with blood on the page
The leaders followed same ideology under all the regimes
Country heavily burdened under debt and surge in crimes
Life has become cheaper than dogs with scant respect
Now you will find the final show down with people’ act
What is use of democracy when two times meal is denied?
What is fun when food is rotting in open and laws defied?
Open loot from people’s account and no one is responsible
Can this process be not pushed aside and made reversible?
Burn all the law books and return to the jungle rule
Where at least one king may prepare the module
Might may be right but peace may be assured
The life will be respected and values may be treasured
Why can’t there be cap on their greed or lust?
Why can’t their assets be seized and deposited in trust?
National wealth can’t be concentrated in the hands of few
Time has come to strike at the root and urgent need for review
If system can’t be improved then let the rule be resisted
Make them realize that their fate is time being rested
You may loose everything if outburst is not controlled
People may rise in despair and final day may be called
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life Is Not Chosen
Life is not at all chosen
It is thrust and forced upon
Only parents prayed for our birth
But someone else is gunning for our death
Democracy or any other system is total failure
Our life is unsecured and precious no more
For a few notorious souls we are simply crushed
Some to the gallows and some in the dungeons pushed
We shall dare not to rise in revolt
To be poor and helpless is only our fault
Who ever comes in power may use same stick!
Nothing else is important than to torture and pick
Human rights violation is order of the day
Only mighty rule and held the sway
Even the people who stand for liberty
Express helplessness, apathy, neglect and pity
Don’t test our patience for a long
One day you may be proving wrong
Nothing may come to your rescue
Only destruction and deaths may be open to view
Human beings are not meant to be slaughtered
They have built dams and river water altered
Many empires have been razed to ground
Not a single sign is likely to be found
Beware! Still time is left to come to sense
Hand over the power peacefully in your presence
Many human lives have been unnecessarily lost
You will loose the power even at tremendous cost
We are peace loving and still care
All living beings are ready to spare
No blood shed for power transition
People are supreme in any composition
We will not remain starved for silly reasons
System has to be changed with honest persons
If no bread can be secured for helpless and poor
They should be forced up on to flee or shown the door
Rule of land and people must prevail
There is should be no deception with tail
No cheating can now be tolerated
Liberty and freedom must remain co-related
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Girls Have Rights Too
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,
And the God-given rights to choose and pick.
Girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be respected and to be protected.
Girls are human beings too;
Girls must have all the rights too.
Girls must have the rights to fight
For respect, comfort and decency.
Girls like boys are bright,
Girls must be able to taste the fruit of equality.
Girls are people too,
Girls are wonderful too.
Education is the light at the end of the tunnel,
And ignorance is the moon at the bottom of the funnel.
Education is the hope that triggers better opportunities,
It is also the antidote that defeats all sorts of disease.
Therefore, girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be protected and to be respected.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Seldom Won
Independence, liberty and freedom
Bloodlessly won seldom
Stalwarts and leaders had shown wisdom
This all we now read in class rooms
Who will not want to be in free country?
Where it is classless, non racial and sans misery
What else can be dreamed of to lead it happily?
And country is surging ahead steadily
Foreign occupants are taken as cruel and marauders
Their position is that of land hungry and invaders
They might have plundered the country in process
And brutally murdered for gaining the access
All said and done and now they have packed
No more claims on our land is staked
We are fully independent and sovereign
Free from any yoke as independence is regained
What is scenario there after?
Is country leading towards disaster?
Is the freedom struggle really a boom?
Is there any scope for poor with room?
It has tuned into grim reality
It has proved our incompetence and inability
We have pushed country into Dark Age
We failed to look after people and manage
Farmers are coming suicide
Politicians are asking for free ride
Everybody is on rampage and hands are full of corruption
The loot is clearly seen and going on without any interruption
Yes, death is wealth
To take pride for Poor’s health
Where are we today on this freedom day?
Can they take us to peaceful way?
Can we not dream for two square meals?
Can they not strike a simple deal?
They come once in five years
To feed with oasis waters in deaf years
No answer may ever be found
Out economy is claimed to be sound
All well but country is in ill health
Entire country is robbed of its wealth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In uncontrolled world
I am born free and live in uncontrolled world
I have all the rights to expose corruption and put irregularities on hold
If I consider it fit to be auctioned then I am prepared for my soul to be sold
I can be adventurous at others expenses and would love to called bold
Why do you think democracy has got all the ills?
Do you not have easy access free way to feel?
Is there any country with so much liberal mechanism?
Crowd can be hired and pressed into service for claiming purism?
I can indulge in hypocracy and still called a liberal
Only written orders are taken as legal and nothing in oral
Enough room to maneuver right in wrong way and escape
Even nothing can be proves in the cases of rapes
I have faith in judiciary and its tiring process
I also know it can be landed in mess
Few bunch of liar experts with money temptation
Can strengthen close bond with excellent relation
I have equal regard for administration
Full permission for selling counter bands on any stations
Whether in public, hiding places or in prominent places
You can have anything on sale provided it nicely fetches
There is enough of joy in being called irresponsible
No one may entrust you job which is important an accountable
You are simply being tolerated due to faulty liberal set up
You will not be questioned or made you to shut up
Our forefathers fought for liberty, independence and freedom
Its true meaning is taken seriously or understood seldom
Know your rights fully well but not to talk of duties as well
The system has proved blessings and offers different tale
Some politicians, lawyers, traders and civil servants even
Wish their full share with full indemnity as nothing can happen
Judicial system can afford them long years to roam in free environment
As they will have enough of time to threaten, intimidate and issue hostile statements
I had dreamed of such an environment with full protection
As it was not to apply any of the restriction on my action
Except in rarest of rare crime there was not to be any capital punishment
At the most some restrictions and temporary ban on movements
Same inherent weaknesses may also be enjoyed in arbitrary functions
There may be lot many harsh regulations with many awaiting inductions
Exploitation to maximum in limited time with damsel’s sword on head
Still enough of loop holes to escape dragnet and luxuriously to lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pushed It Over The End
Good lookin millys got a gun in her hand
But she dont know how to use it.
Sooner or later shell have to take a stand
And she aint about to lose it.
All the towns people gather around
Theyve come to see whats going down
Although no one hears a sound
Theres another poor man falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
On this lazy shore
Standing at the edge of you.
Could those dreams of yours be true
Or did you, did you, did you
Pushed it over the end?
How much time did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.
Good lookin millys into politics now
And things are looking much better
She keeps ten men in her garage
Knitting her fine sweaters.
At the end of a weary day
She feels hard and she looks hard.
Although no one hears a sound
Theres another poor man falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
I came back for more
And found you waiting at the door
And far inside your walls I called
Did you, did you, did you
Pushed it over the end?
How much time did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.
How much love did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Everything belongs to people
Everything belongs to people
Give back to the people
Give back their land their forest
Their hills mountains rivers
Give back to the people
Earth mines irons etc etc
Everything belongs to the people
Give the people the power
In democracy everything belongs
To people and democracy is
Of the people by the people and
For the people and people are
At the centre of power progress
Prosperity public funds
People are there just to forgive
And forget and do not take
The advantage of their ignorance
made the people know everything
Everything belongs to people
People are the people in this system
And the system depends on you only
You can make it coal
And people are there to group.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Different Law
For the wealthy and poor there's a different law
Though on that your own conclusion you can draw
You may think my comments are not very fair
But this is my view and my view I will air
Save for some cases of proven murder money does never fail
And money is known to keep people from jail
Many poor people are in jail for a minor offence
They can't afford a lawyer for to fight their defence
'Tis powerful paper money for to give it fair due
And that money does speak every language does seem only true
The wealthy and poor the law treats differently
Though with what I say here many would disagree
The reason you don't find many millionaires in a jail
Is that the influence of money seldom does seem to fail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
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The So Called Good Economic Managers
Due to Government mismanagement we see a society in decay
And the wealthy at the expense of the poor get wealthier it should never be that way
In so called affluent Western Nations people live rough on the street
Without a place to call home to out of rubbish bins they eat.
The Government due to so called good economic management get re-elected but the poor getting more poor
And for the youth of the poor Suburbs job opportunities are fewer
And many young people never find employment because of their address
And lack of career opportunities give rise to feelings of hopelessness.
Life is tough for those in the poor Suburbs where poverty is rife
From the day that they are born they must struggle on through life
The Monarch became Monarch due to birthright doesn't life seem so unfair
Whilst millions are dying of hunger in the bigger World out there.
The so called good economic managers are back in power again
But from their good economic management only the wealthy gain
And even in so called wealthy Western Nations there is widespread poverty
And more people dying of malnutrition than ever before in the twenty first century.
poem by Francis Duggan
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So Many People Wrongfully In Jail
So many people wrongfully in jail
Even in some so called Democratic Countries where the justice system some does fail
For political reasons or for reasons otherwise
Democratically elected governments spread fear through their lies
Of people they imprison from elsewhere
Who to challenge their right to be in their homeland did even dare
Many imprisoned as terrorists are not terrorists at all
And many of those with power in their ways are so small
They cling to power by their spreading of fear
From them we hear what they only want us to hear
Democratically elected governments who in their justice system take pride
With the power of might who feel they have right on their side
They may talk of human rights, justice and freedom but that's rhetoric nothing more
Actions speak louder than words we have heard that before
poem by Francis Duggan
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Those helpless
I cry for those helpless
Bruises can be seen on their face
No greed but only one wish
The drive for only fight to finish
How may have committed suicide?
What does it speak of or confide?
Where are we heading for future?
No one can say it for sure
Like me many more may be bleeding with sound
Their cry may never be heard or look sound
It may be heard by vultures and hungry animals
Their entry may be noticed only after arrivals
We are democratic country with all the statutory provisions
Everything is written and prevails no confusion
Anybody can lay a hand on anything they like
Prices can be sky rocketed with exorbitant hike
What a common man will do to survive?
Where from will he manage to live?
Nothing is within reach for square meal
The big fishes have hand on everything to steal
Farmers are ending their life
Situation is not normal and torn with strife
Not a single day is passing off without any scandal
This is danger situation and may turn suicidal
Country may face near bankruptcy
Whole national wealth may look empty
It may lie in foreign banks to destabilize economy
To whom we may call friends or enemy?
Can we prefer such system where people have no faith?
Unarmed people beaten and pushed to near death
How long the country may witness upheaval?
Who will volunteer to sacrifice his life for bringing heaven?
No forces, democratic or autocratic, can muffle the voice
You have commitment and pledge to fulfill the promises
History may not pardon you for commitment of sacrilege?
You can’t claim immunity in democracy as previlage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh! onion
I have forgotten to test
Though you were cheap and best
Any time I was in position to cry
You have lost your charm, why?
Why all of sudden you have become celebrity
Is there improvement in your quality?
Do you think you are in formidable weapon?
Make us cry and push to death like serpent's venom
One of the poor men’s best companions
The so called name given as onions
How long will you compel to shed the tears?
Will we have to undergo burden and fear?
It has disappeared from the market
I have decided to forgo or forget
The name as such of onion
Though it remained the poor men’s diet as true champion
I would love to curse all those
Who have courage to hide it and dispose?
Snatch the food for their greedy wish
And pushing the persons to perish
A rare commodity now beyond reach
We have lost moral ground to preach
We have no soul left such to search
I can forget it as commodity as such
The democracy has become a biggest joke
Much legislation are passed and ordinances invoked
Poor watch helplessly and stand as provoked
The scenario is changed as everything is smoked
You have independent judiciary to safeguard interest
You have freedom of speech and serves as best
You are called master of destiny and luck
Still they are all out for your blood to suck
You live in wilderness as people come and rob
You wonder in world without having job’
You have nothing else to do except to rot
Still dream for shine after proving a blot
How many may be gifted with little fortune?
How far they will be fortunate enough to remain in tune?
Do they fear that their bread will be snatched one day?
If the person in street is pushed to commit in wrong way
I would love if it is declared as unsafe heaven
Where all wrong doers escape and enjoy even
Those hands which are meant for public good
Can successfully snatch slice of poor man’s food
We will be on path of successful march
It will be biggest show of deception and can be called as farce
We may succeed in concealing the naked truth
Everybody may feel pinch of salt when tongue is pressed between teeth
I can only pay almighty
To give them little sense and shower the pity
Think, what would have happened?
If the life span was never threatened
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nation awakes
Total seizure and encroachment of human rights
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Once a leader always a leader
Public failed to read them as reader
All laws and rules meant for public
That has been impetrated as republic
Murderers and mafias can attack at will
Parliament is refuge for thieves to kill
Two birds with one stones
Protection on one side and seat as throne
Without shedding blood or offering fights
Easy walk over under the disguise
Of parliament supremacy and voter’s franchise
Weak judiciary amounting delay in justice
Kept strength at low and not fulfilling the promises
Natural wealth is stolen in day light
Where are the human rights activists to fight?
Beggars rule the national front
Daily corruption comes to light and confront
Right minded people think about real democracy
Who has the real power in hand with supremacy?
Can we not recall people’s representatives?
Can we not decide the fate of natives?
Why wolves are allowed free roam in the streets?
Why can we not amend the rules for expectations to meet?
It is firm resolve not to allow total eclipse
It will meet stiff resistance and response
No one can take it granted where people rule
Not a single or powerful man must try to make them fool
It is awareness and aspirations
Where so many things pose questions
Nation can not progress with empty belly
All measures may stand useless and silly
Poor must find place and say
They can’t be denied rights and pushed away
Entire nation may burn
And turn in rubbles and ruins
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Poor Have Souls Too!
the poor have souls too...
dreams, hopes, and desires.
their hands have worked the hoe,
pushed the plow, swung the axe...
have held their children,
and touched with love.
their needs are real,
and the same as all others.
their hunger raw and real,
their minds needing answers.
they dont need anyone else
to live their lives,
they want to live their own.
peace, warmth, food, and shelter...
and medical care!
doesnt seem like too much to ask.
the poor are still people,
and people need people!
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Red, White, and Blue
brown and black,
red, and white...
old and young,
male and female.
tired and poor,
pushed too far!
too honest for
our own good...
small towns, big cities,
farms and factories...
hands that work
joined together...
we are a people
that believe in people...
the faces of freedom,
and we have names!
red, white, and blue!
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Never slaves this before
We were never slaves this before
Kept under heels and crushed therefore
No statue was there to remind us about “freedom of liberty”
The kings were kind, fearful and blessed by almighty
We are prisoners in our own country
Poor are dying of starvation due to liberal economy
We are in real terms world’s largest democracy
The justice is denied due to delayed diplomacy
I am product of new generation and has witnessed
The emergence of new era where new goals are to be chased
New ideas and world at large are to be understood
Enough of attention for progress along with enough stock of food
Whole of ice berg is earmarked for distribution
But reduced to tiny cube when reaches to destination
The corruption has become order of the day
We can’t think of living in honorable way
Whole of country is divided into small pieces
Cast, creed, religion and region sway national politics
Some of the regions are starved because of no strong voice
Help is rendered but they are left with no choice
Our ancessastors built strong base and gave one nation
Harmony, peace, and prosperity synchronized with good relation
Alas! We fell victims to the jealousy and divisive tendency
Whole of country fell to invader’s greed and lost supremacy
We are slaves from that period till today
We boycotted foreign good, burnt and pushed them away
It was fight for independence and had noble aim
Everybody sacrificed something in a way to claim
Whom to complain about our own plight?
What to do with such kind of liberty and offer to fight?
Where country is divided on ethic norms?
Only cheating and treachery is in full swing on the name of reforms
We had irritation towards foreigners for their white skin
Their role is taken over by this so called people with kith and keens
Forces are killed in day light but no political will power to fight
We may vanish in our own land for doing wrong or right
Not a hundred, thousand or million fills their belly
Their hunger rises day by day even if that seems silly
They have no remorse when farmers and laymen commit suicide
Where can we go and cry or find the place to hide?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We will not be intimidated or pushed off the world stage by people who do not like what we stand for, and that is, freedom, democracy and the fight against disease, poverty and terrorism.
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The Bill, For The Bill of Rights
The political-democracy picking the aristocracy
Like the slaves picked cotton
We the people are totally forgotten
We the people are totally forgotten
Poor people pay the ultimate price
Coersive persuasion –a mind control device
Willingly give your life as a sacrifice
Then die for a cause that violates human rights laws
Economic sanctions aimed at the poor
Carpet bombing civilians desecrates laws of war
When government becomes God, for economic gains
The Bill of Rights wanes, wanes, wanes
Zero tolerance for violence is galore, in the times of war
The whole world saturated with the Blood of The Poor
The cost of freedom, war’s consummate whore
Business interests favor war, as it’s savior
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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