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For my country

What can I do or pray for my country?
Millions are starving and remain hungry
Precious time and money is spent on storage
The food grain is thrown away as garbage

We watch the show as very much disgusting
It is rotting in open ground and rusting
Not a single soul is raising voice
Where the words have gone with promises?

Plenty of grain is available
We can preserve stock and are capable
We do nothing to prevent the loss
We simply pray for only curse

Forget about economy and figures
What is in store for future?
How long you want people should die?
Do we have no remorse to feel shy?

We want to turn state into Welfare Empire
World is watching with and cutting satire
We are making it living hell for the poor
They have no place to go and find no door

Land grabbers and hoarders are enjoying heaven
Far cry and agony is not heard even
Politician make far reaching cry and remain silent
Humanity is on wane and completely absent

They see more profits in deaths
Even flowers have markets to lay wreath
Nothing is cheap and what is more ion demand?
All inferior quality products with famous brands

Who make take us to safety without tall promises?
When the loop holes will be filled with all the misses?
Earth has responded well with our sweat toil
Why are we hell bent upon to spoil?

Many more may die in days to come
Prices will be sky rocketing and welcomed
Death may welcome than living on ground
Is there any new formula to make for us or to be found?

Let us do no more curses?
We must feel ashamed of ourselves
How many millions more we would love to accumulate?
When your own existence has nothing to take credit or relate?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Don't Hurt

Don’t hurt the poor’ sentiments
They have nothing to offer as comments
They have pitiful eyes but not for offering curses
It may be certainly a pointer with tears

Don’t we feel shame when tons of grains are lost?
Only because we can’t store with safety even though needed most
Whom are we fooling to add the plight?
Is it humanity versus humanity fight?

I find no answer as we are not less than vultures
Take out the flash as and when found for sure
No sparing of any soul for greedy needs
Who are we going pay any heed?

We claim near to God yet involve in dirty game
We bow head before God but feel no shame
We yet to ask more blessings in our venture
This is how we see our glorious future

If people semi starved and kept at bay
Make it determined bid to stay away
It may engulf your complete empire
This is fact and not simple satire

Many empires have been lost and re-emerged
They are poor but never approach or come to urge
They have only open sky to look at nothing to worry
They may sleep with empty stomach but feel no sorry

Make a point not to waste a single grain
It may cause no stir but only amount to drain
Are we not making cruel joke by simply wasting
When millions of people go hungry and fasting

I read with concern all the revelation
It raises eyebrows with many questions
No one seems moved at the deterioration of store facility
People remain there and there with loss of enough quantity

It may not amount anything
But food can’t be supplanted for something
They need two time square meals
Only this much if we can do to heal

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Grain In Open

Millions may bless you for gesture
I am confident and very sure
Their bellies are hungry and starve
We can see it on stomach with deep inside curve

It may look illogical
Yet it is question for survival
Absolutely in our own hand
With little change in approach and trend

How much food grain is allowed to rot?
Why not preventive measures be taken on the spot?
I hear reports that grain stock is dumped in the sea
Only to maintain artificial price but thrown away free

Thousands perish for the want of food
For humanity sake this is shameful and not good
Let hungry get some grain even if at some cost!
Save hungry people before they are dead and lost

Grain is stored in open and laid to waste
Insects make it unhygienic and lead to bad taste
Not fit for anything but offered for human consumption
Everything is lost only because of faulty assumption

If little care is taken for preservation
Will power not show but for demonstration
This of those poor countries diverting funds
Not able to cope yet take care of people on the ground

Can any one say this is impossible?
Our current trend is illogical and reversible?
I suggest for building public opinion
Force the governments to help with total disregard to religion

Let some price for grain be quoted
But grain should not be off load in sea and floated
Let people consume and survive on this earth
Why do we want to push them to meet the avoidable death?

If one man can be convinced then it can turn lot many
There may be involvement or consideration for money
But let us rise above pretty consideration and not allow grain to rot
I am sure of the view that hunger can be tackled successfully and fought

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Law In Hand

Politics has become cheap game
Only country gets bad name
Unfair practice goes on
Fair name is always blown

How to share dais with their presence?
Why do we hate them at once?
Why do have they thick skin?
What is the motto behind political win?

Why poor not rise in rebellion?
Why do they watch merely from pavilion?
They have made it democratic field
Where only means available is to yield

Political means to amass wealth
Nation suffers poor financial health
Big or small countries suffer a lot
Poor nationals are simply in between caught

What all tricks do they employ to win election?
Dirty game is involved for shady selection
Religion is pitched and cast lines are clearly drawn
Money plays part and rest people are withdrawn

This can still be understood
Even if they promise you free food
Promise stars in day time
But it is to secure dynasty rule for life time

They will install any one they like
Prices may soar and any time hiked
Who cares even if you die or live in misery?
Their luxurious life is must and necessary

Believe me precious food grain is rotting in open
Poor has nothing to eat and for belly to fill in
Prices are sky rocketing and beyond reach
Only influential can survive to become rich

How can you name parliament as an institution?
Where open flight can be seen with continuation
Large numbers of representatives are law offenders
We are the culprit who act as medium for such grabbers

Still time is there to behave and act
Take no law in hand but react
Show them way towards door
Let sovereign state work for the down trodden and poor

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Big Sharks

What has happened to my country?
Millions starve and remain hungry
We confine to express lips services
Only feeling pity and making tall promises

How many big sharks have emerged?
Wait for kills and remain submerged
Pounce upon at right moment
The disappearance from scene no one laments

How many may be dying unnatural deaths?
How many may be lucky to find wreaths?
Yet hunger for material gain remains top aim
There is everything to snatch for and claim

How much we may need for our life journey?
Can that be made smooth with material or money?
Is it not the mad race to feel not contended?
Claim honesty and innocence pretended

I can pardon any crime
I know it is critical time
Everybody wants to be millionaire
But gets him bogged down and taka no where

I take free air but feel slavery
Liberty in name but not in sense necessary
All vultures are in open to grab
Even human beings are ready to stab

No one thinks about nation or country
They want people to be suppressed and live in misery
Want free hand and no opposition
They want everything with nice composition

Open loot and land grabbing in private
Others crimes not come out in open but definitely relate
Not people but as if they are masters
Enough of black money and support to muster

Time is not far when people will be sprayed with bullets
They won’t come out to express views through ballots
The nexus may go on in engineered democratic way
Humanity may cry and loose but nothing may take them away

We have seen and witnessed the clumsy face
All good phrases in name but really a mad race
Power hungry can do anything and stoop below
No one may agree to it but compulsion to allow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Broken Promises

Just another broken promise.
Your words are really cheap.
You're writing cheques with your mouth.
Your body will not keep.

They say that love is action.
Not simply just a word.
If that's the case, I've never felt.
I've only really heard.

You've said it many many times.
When push it came to shove.
I truly honestly believe.
It's only you, you love.

The times you said, the things you'd do.
But then you would forget.
You would work as hard as you wanted to.
Until you had to sweat.

Things got tough, you packed it in,
And threw it all away.
Instead of putting in effort.
You'd rather go out and play.

I tried and tried, the work I did.
Make our world a better place.
You sat right on the sidelines.
While I went and ran the race.

The same excuses “I forgot”.
I've heard it all before.
The hurt I felt and feel again.
I can't take it anymore.

You say “Don't sweat it! ”, “”It's no big deal! ”
“Be thankful for what you've got”.
But to me it is the little things,
That really mean a lot

I take your broken promises.
That fill my broken heart.
I'll tell you what they do to me.
It rips my soul apart.

Again, I bet you'll blow it off.
You'll say what you want me to hear.
You'll take the promises that you make.
Then make them disappear.

So talk your talk, I'll walk my walk.
I've done everything I can.
To keep my promise and my word.
I truly am a man.

You keep your broken promises.
I know that's what you'll do.
Your talk is cheap, your words are lies.
I know that mine are true.

I'll pack your broken promises.
I'm out the broken door.
I hope you enjoy your broken home.
I won't be broken anymore!

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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World Of Promises

They come from a land were the sun don't shine
running away from the cold
They travel so far in the name of love
hoping the dreams will come true
Walking the way through endless fields
trying to make it together
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And they will give anything
just to be free from the pain
and they won't surrender
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises
Lost in the city wondering why
no one will open the door
It's more to the truth than meets the eye
something they all felt before
And they will give anything
just to stand tall once again
and they won't surrender
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises
In the tan of the nigh can hear them crying
out for a life to hol on to
Somebody knows were the answers lying
wait for your trails and don't let go
Living in a world of promises
Living in a world of dreams and hopes
Living in a world of promises

song performed by by In Flames
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Give me blood

'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity

Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember

Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule

Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair

Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land

Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?

Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?

We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry

We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion

The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?

Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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May Heaven Keep You

Beautiful ? this love was meant to be
Innocent ? youre always there for me
I pray youll stay to share this life with me
May heaven keep you
I fill your days with my dependence
You fill my nights with your loveliness
I would give my soul for your protection
May heaven keep you
When were alone
I make you silent promises
As time goes on
I hope we feel the same
All that we hold
Here safely in our keeping
Whats mine is yours
I bless the day you came
Silent now ? this moments tenderness
Breathless now ? you leave me sighin
I hold you close to stop your cryin
May heaven keep you
When were alone
I make you silent promises
As time goes on
I hope we feel the same
All that we hold
Here safely in our keeping
Whats mine is yours
I bless the day you came
When were alone
I make you silent promises
As time goes on
I hope we feel the same
All that we hold
Here safely in our keeping
Whats mine is yours
I bless the day you came
When were alone
I make you silent promises
As time goes on
I hope we feel the same

song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hollow World

I heard a speech in religious congregation
It was widely read out in relation
With worldly happenings and people around
The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound

As all religious leaders try to prove something good
To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food
What do they have with them except to part with good words?
Spread the message with love of almighty or lords

They have found refuge under roof of holy homes
Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed
Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace
Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease

But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies
All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises
Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow
We know about it but still compelled to follow

If not, then there is cruel world to face
Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race
For paltry sum or gain of no significance
Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance

We live in world that is built on promises
Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses
I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality
To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality

Well, no one can claim aloofness
It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface
Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base
Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase

No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet
The ground has been made slippery and wet
There are every chance of slipping
Cry over bad fate and weeping

It may remain so for centuries to come
We may feel as if imprisoned in drum
Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world
As they have become used to and developed cold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why you need benevolent dictator?

Why will you need benevolent dictator?
Somebody to act on your behalf as care taker
Punish arbitrally all those who are dishonest
Still known as king maker and called honest,

What would you do when found in traps?
No food, shelter, work or water in taps,
Faced with dire consequences on the world map
No resources left and nothing more left to tap,

You may find their children in foreign land,
Great pomp and show in marriage with music band
When face problem in country, accuse foreign hand?
Promises of air castle and more huts in sand,

They have huge palaces and enough money abroad
With known trick of connivance without any load
Let national economy suffer and be in doll drums
We will not strive hard and keep always mum

I know you will not raise finger and also rise,
Living still be costly with many more surprises
Who will come forward and who will make you apprise?
Their roots are deep and you stand to loose and polarize,

They collect money freely and act as lord
Neither to keep promises nor to keep with words
Country is taken for granted and develop like den,
They promise to make cities as in Singapore or Eden,

It is not that countrymen are fool,
Watch it from distance with mind cool,
They will try to catch bull by horns,
No signals or indication will be given………

You will need a person with strong resolve
Make bold move with dedication and solve
Unite the nation with one voice
Find honour and place without nay noise

If we find such person then we may nod
All our good wishes and prayer to the God
Let country remain united and live in peace
We may breathe freedom and live at ease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Exile

I heard it in my sleep
A voice more dead than old
I thought Id known the fear
But then it touched my soul and said:
You will pray for me
Bow your head to me.
It came for me at night
And took me dream by dream
To where everything is dark
And no-one hears you scream
Took everything I loved
And turned love into pain
It said Im the prophecy
And Ill make you believe in me.
Sacrifice for me
Be humility.
It said:
Ill make everyone pay
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forget
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forgive
Ill make everyone pay.
And so it comes to this
Death or eternity?
Or would you like to pay
For all humanity?
Do you believe in faith?
Than choose. heaven or hell or me?
A shadow on the sane
The final treachery of god.
You will kneel for me
Lose your eyes for me.
Betray the world for me
Burn your soul for me.
It said:
Ill make everyone pay
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forget
Ill make everyone pay
Some things you cant forgive
Ill make everyone pay.

song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We The People

I dream about a holy land
Where only live the friends
No foes, no rivals or greedy people
But only people to be called simple and noble

I wish the country to grow like tree
Where people find food in abundance and feel free
A shade to heave a sigh of relief
And even in diversity a bond of strong belief

Free justice to all and opportunity to grow
Enough of care and rivers with water to flow
No fight over rights but duties to care
I wonder for such place but to find where!

I wish the poor to be taken care of
But others are not neglected either
A place to live in like sacred land
Where hymns are played with musical band

Let morning be aired with cuckoo's melody
Churches, temples and mosques with name of almighty
Where day can rise with bright sun shine
Whole day to pass with struggle but to feel it very fine

Enough to eat and enough to feed
Where millions may smile sans greed
No lust for extra land and bloodshed at all
One voice from all to face and to prevent the fall

I wish to lead a march of hungry and desolate
Millions more with one voice to relate
Their participation in praise of mother land
Allow us to raise empire on solid sand

I wish to be buried along noble dead
Whose ideals were understood and read
I wish them all to sing in praise with peace
Let my all countrymen enjoy and live at ease

Color, cast and creed may try to divide
But let all them to unite and confide
Against any onslaught of division
This may then remain only our mission

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A synonymous with corruption

The world has become synonymous with corruption
It goes on under our nose without any interruption
It is highlighted with big letters in head lines
It is big credit for all and do not fear for any fines

It is holy job for milking the cow
They have mastered the art and no one knows how?
They proclaim they not saints but only recognized cheaters
It matters less even if there is long list of haters

They have lions heart to sustain criticism
Well mannered reply with influence of mesmerism
Nobody can make out the hidden truth
They must be decorated with doctorate without any proof

No one is out of that dreaded shame
Everyone has lion’s share without any blame
The rules are suited to them for shoddy deal
They are true representatives and projected as real

You call them mafia, land grabbers or dishonest
They have excellence in all fields as best
There is no full proof system as dope test
All other hurdles prove nothing for the rest

The poor may suffer till the end of life
They may struggle and spent on edge of knife
No poverty may alleviate or bring down the sufferings
They merely have to feel contended with little offerings

Tons of food grains may lie in open
Millions more may be depleted in ocean
Stability in price may be maintained
The poor deaths may never be contained

Hundreds perish for the want of food and shelter
Billions of rupees spent but situation does not alter
The ice melts on the way before reaching to an end
We have progressed enormously with change in trend

My coffer must be full with full immunity
This is my domain and I enjoy it with ability
“What nonsense you talk of people and country?
I am the only person to think and act as sentry

What people can do to me so long as I remain powerful?
Country is facing lot many problems and tackled by handful
Who may notice what we do behind the curtain?
Who has guts to point out or to clip the wings and curtail?

We may rule and last so long there is something to share
It is recognized globally to lower the voice and act fare
The wealth may be used for rich and not the poor
We shut no possibility and always opened the door

* “we must bless those who have nothing to cough except wealth”

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Burning Ground

And I take you down to the burning ground
And you change me up and you turned it around
In the wind and rain Im gonna see you again
In the morning sun and when the day is done
And you take my hand and you walk with me
Sometimes it feels like eternity
And I turn the tide I get back my pride
And I make you proud wont you say it out loud
When I take you down to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
And I take you down by the factory
And I show you like it has to be
And you understand how the work is done
And I pick up the sack in the midday sun
And I pull you through by the skin of your teeth
And I lift the veil, I see whats underneath
And you return to me and you sit on your throne
And you make me feel that Im not alone
And I take you down to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground
Hey man, whats that youre carrying?
Feels like lead
It weighs a ton - lets see if we can dump it by the side of the hill
Hey wait up, why dont you dump it on the burning ground
Dump it down there
Yeh man, dump the jute
Hey man dump the jute on the burning ground
Dump the jute?
Yeh you know, dump the jute
Dump the jute!
On the burning ground
On the burning ground
And you make me think what its all about
Sometimes I know gonna work it out
And I watch you run in the crimson sun
Tear my shirt apart open up my heart
And I watch you run
Down on your bended knees
By the burnt out well
Can you tell me please
Between heaven and hell
Wont you take me down
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
And you fall and pray, when you hear that sound
As were walking back to the burial mound
And you shake your head and you turn it around
And you see the flames from the burning ground
And you get down on your knees and pray
And I catch my breath as were running away
And I take the jute and I throw him down
On the burning ground, on the burning ground
On the burning ground, its on the burning ground.....

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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As per His wishes

Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water

Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere

World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities

No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps

Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?

Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies

Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump

We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish

We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?

We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity

“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest

Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies

* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Don't Tell Me About It I Already Know

Don't tell me about it I already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
Yet of it some do have far more than enough
Whilst millions of poor people are doing it tough.

The unequal distribution of wealth seems humanity's shame
For every millionaire hundreds without a penny to their name
Homeless and hungry on poverty street
They hardly would know of the taste of good meat.

So many of life's opportunities denied
Their circumstance of birth their future's for them decide
Of their lives of poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.

Don't tell me about it I know all too well
That millions are living in their earthly hell
Money breeds inequality doesn't that seem unfair
It is a rat race in the big World out there.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Blackened

I see no life, no death
their is no now, no tomorrow
just where we are at the moment
with every step I take
that is my future
this is my living hell
sealed with a devils' kiss
I'm falling off the edge it seems
Blackened by every mistake

And I'm living on a broken heart of dreams
Blackened by the ways you left me used
the bruises clear as evidence
upon my skin
your words still ringing on the phone
wondering if you ever cared at all
was i just a toy that gave you control
either way I'm stuck here
sinking farther down once again
It's my nightmare for a fairytale
that doesn't exist
Blackened year after year

Now I feel not the love
and I feel no hate
days I can feel myself drown
I can't take another breath
trying to escape all of this
is it just a matter of circumstance
Blackened by all that's been done

This world so bent
on your knees' you crawl
as you watch peace fall
in every heart
Blackened by the days to come

These days their is no cure
this is reality
in this troubled land
so full of sorrow
your best friend
now your worse enemy
Blackened by all the pain

No one there to hold your hand
you pray for the promise land above
but do you think you will be ready
to enter the golden gate
when everything is gone
Blackened in the end

I stand here alone
a warrior, not a clone
I show no self cause
this is me, who I am
messed up in the head
I don't think so
I see what you don't see
and be who you can't be
Blackened to the bone

Hell turned upside down
Gods' mercy
here in a world already dead
where goverment politics' has control
they tell you what you want to hear
and still you believe
Blackened by your deepest sin

Like rats in a cage
there is no where to go
while they feast on your soul
ripping and tearing you apart
they watch you bleed
as thousands die
you grieve
Blackened by all you consume

Afraid to make a stand
you hide from your rage
reaching for the sky
as you hunger for freedom
still you don't feed
listening to screwed up laws
telling you what you need
and you follow
with every promise they make
Blackened from within
(spiritwind & charlotte phillips-2009)

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Independance Day!

I am the 15th august
I am remembered for one day every year
I make you proud every year
I am your life's most memorable august.

I make you feel free,
I give a unique feeling,
You've now got an independent country,
I've given you the most cherished feeling.

I have been your most sought day,
You gave innumerable sacrifices,
Ultimately I came out be your dream day.
I've given your life the best of the rarest prizes.

I am the Independence Day,
I've given you a hope for the future.
You've now got an open cage to live in.
I am your freedom day.

You make unlimited promises on this day,
You take vows to make your nation pride,
You make promises of taking the nation forward,
You plan of making the nation bright.

All your promises remain as promises.
All your plans get buried the next day.
All your aspirations flow along with your celebrations
You barely remember what actually your promises were

You feel patriotic for just one day
You flow into the celebrations the whole day
You proudly wave the national flag around
You keep the flag close to your chest

Eight hours of sleep is enough
To make us forget this memorable day
Weren't the sacrifices more than enough
To make us realize the value of this day

They fought for their lovely country
They died to save their dying Nation
They struggled for the elusive Independence
They had really hoped for a much better Nation

I proudly say I am the Independence Day
I fill your heart with 365 days of vigor
I give you the confidence of building a better Nation
I give you the feeling of making the Nation Bigger

I still see hungry people around
I still see child slaves around
I see people dividing themselves.
I get pained by the different classes around

This is not the Nation they fought for,
This is not the day they fought for.
Let's make a real unanimous vow
Let's promise that we are going to look after the Nation now

I plead you not to treat me as any other day
Let's make everyday as an Independence Day
Let's remove the hatred and spread Love around
I ask you to give some value for this Day
I am 15th August, I am the Independence Day

poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky

Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.

In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.

Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.

I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Make it lovely

I wish I could make it lovely land
Not building castle in air or palaces with sand
I want it friendly and very congenial
Lovely to see it as very beautiful

Why turn it in living hell?
When we can do and perform very well
God has made it for us to live
Why not we shed differences and believe?

Why go for high expectations and later on suffer?
Why build distrust and widely and conceptually differ?
Who may benefit out of it then loose completely?
The sense should come to us all even lately

There is nothing to grieve
We must have faith and surely to believe
What can’t be built around must be done?
The bad days are over and simply forgotten

I deeply search the soul and ask for nothing
Wait for its response and respond to something
It has full sanction with moral authority
The love and not the hate may be of super quality

We got to be watchful for our actions
There may be numerous sections
Each taking its due share and rejoice
That should be accepted as without choice

Let nature rule supreme and excel
We all adhere to sanctity and do well
Air, water and land is given free
Let there be enough care for raising the trees

We have nothing to do with unnatural rain
Our worry and concern should not rule as main
We respect and obey the ground rules
Else nature will turn against us and we may look fools

We have witnessed and continue to be afraid
The cyclone and flood destruction has gone often unsaid
So much colossal loss and we stand as helpless
We have nothing to show as achievement on face

We may not remain alive to witness
The future generation may not pardon us less
They may blame it for our inaction
So it is time to offer and come out with corrective action

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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