Foresight or vision
Foresight or vision
Neither a foresight nor a vision
It was mere removal of confusion
What is recognition and award?
When it is not felt within as reward
Let us not realize about one creator
Let us consider all others as mentor
But we all pray and bow our head to invisible almighty
Let there be any name worth to grant us capability
There is till fight for supremacy
All people try their level best diplomacy
No one is scared of inviting wrath
Everybody is preaching about horrors of death
No one wants to let their God’s down
Even when the divinity and its kind are already known
At some appointed time and at regular interval
Some prophets bring divinely message on arrival
Now one knows why it was not for whole world
Why some visited deserts and some places of cold?
Why some descended on places of vast land?
Make people feel for brotherhood and as friend
It is difficult to understand today
They have carved out their troubled way
Some chose very orthodox way and only as supreme
Rest all were considered second rate as extreme
History is witness that there was forced conversion
Even today there remains bone of contention and confusion
Why can we become tolerant to fellow brethrens of different religion?
When on broader terms we all claim from the same origin
I have pain and curse for my being as human
Why people hanged Christ with treatment so inhuman?
Why other messengers of god were done to death?
Now only we are shedding tearing and laying the wreath?
Has that become customary to shed a blood?
Only on the name of religion where people starve of food
Wee have no tools for ploughing the fields
But have guns for killing them as only need
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World without boundary
I have heard the speeches of great leaders
Their philosophy and ideas are appreciated by me as readers
No where I could smell a fallacy in their utterances
“The world as one family” concept has drawn many as fans
There is nothing wrong to dream about one world
Where many aspirations can be brought in one fold
Devoid of boundaries, world can be seen as golden concept
The idea has never gained ground and people have really slept
It sends heartening waves when we hear or dream of boundless joy
The preaching of different religions under one roof will be nice to enjoy
Who can claim that world is unsafe and can’t exist as single entity?
The almighty also dreamed of same holy land blessed with divinity
Can we imagine about beautiful and pleasant morning with church’s bell?
“God is one and Oh, almighty you are great” when mosque’s prayer tell?
“You are in each and every particle” when hymns are sung in the streets
“God bless us with divine light to seek blessings and greet”
It is not easy to assume why Almighty preferred His emissaries to descend?
At different parts of the world for the love messages to be sent?
Had He any apprhension that message of good will at any time may be misread?
The cast, color, preaching may bring hatred and world may be differently lead?
It is unusual to witness the tragic end of God’s emissaries
They have suffered the brutalities in the hands of adversaries
We have eyes filled with tears as tales of tortures are being told
We feel shame and curse the human life for being in tolerant and cold
Still we see silver lines in their preaching
There is uniform pattern of conveying message in teaching
Message is only one and that is loud and clear
“Come to my fold with sincerity” to escape the agony and fear
Not today but centuries later the same voice may be heard
People may realize “Love is the only option” and not the hatred
The temples, churches and mosques can not be built on ruins
What will exist inside when it is like full of garbage in dustbins?
The religion is one which can create bond with legion
The enmity is over and brought together in all the regions
To see same sun, to breathe same free air and move around
The same treatment, same movement may certainly be found
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No Religion
We didnt know no better, and they said it could be worse
Some people thought it was blessing
Other people think that its a curse
Its a choice between fact and fiction
And the whole world has gone astray
Thats why theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no straight answers
Of what this thing called love is all about
Some say its unconditional
Other people just remain in doubt
Well I cleaned up my diction, I had nothing left to say
Except theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But theres nobody on this planet that can ever be so meek
And I cant bleed for you
You have to do it your own way
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And they ask what hate is
Its just the other side of love
Some people want to give their enemies
Everything they think that they deserve
Some say why dont you love your neighbours
Go ahead, turn the other cheek
But have you ever met anybody whos ever been the meek
And its so cruel to expect the saviour to save the day
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
And theres no mystery, and theres nothing hidden
And theres no religion here today
And theres no religion, no religion, no religion here today
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Morning Prayer Words
I hear Morning Prayer words
I think it is prevalent all over world
Somebody may call it 'Azan'*
Some one may call them 'Bhajan'*
It has definitely some meaning
A divine call from heart for winning
Love the fellow brethrens and pardon
For whatever they have unknowingly done
Why such places give us mental peace?
Why do we feel that we are at complete ease?
Is there no hidden message from our creator?
I bow my head whenever hear some prayer words in air
Our Muslim brethrens may be fasting this month
Holiest of holy month as it is called Ramadan
To purify the soul and pray for peace all over
'Allah -O-Akabar', almighty to provide the safe cover
Prayers have tremendous strength and hidden power
People offer it with sincere wishes and in rainy shower
Nothing moves them from commitment and resolve
With only request to grant confidence for it to solve
Whole religious places seem to be emitting lights
Each person dreams to have blessings right
Bow head in silence and seek for pardon
If all committed something wrong on someone
I know for sure that on one is perfect
But can not improve upon our acts?
Can we not become tolerant to mankind?
As has been seen recently that we have gone blind
'Shower on us peace and strength to withstand '
Any burden or trouble that we may be unable to stand
Provide the correct path with respect to each religion
Let some fresh air with fragrance blow in any region!
I visit holy Kaba* stone in my prayer
It provides me peace and acts as sooth sawyer
Likewise my heart bleeds when I find tears
When poor people in street painfully bear
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God created world
Alas! God created world
But He remained with different people in different fold
At some place he was Jesus and at some places he was Allah
So the people prayed differently in his honor with hurrah
We were same in his eyes but he created difference
Some one he made rich and some one poor by chance
Some places so hot and some very cold
So the people observed different pattern as was told
It is good to hear in right spirit
But on the name of religion some people may prefer not to greet
Black and white, lower and upper, shall remain for ever
Idealistic people may be praised but may find no shelter
Why then hatred in the name of religion?
He remained with them in different regions
Under different name and with different faith
But with only one fear that was not come as death
Now time has changed and roots have gone deep
No one is able to steer people out and keep
Under one umbrella for humanistic goal
To survive and share as universal gospel
When I worship "Sun" I see only light
I don't know about other people for any reasons to fight
The energy may be one and inspiration also one
Let us remain united for the cause of humane
Neither may we remain in this world
Nor any one can claim permanent fold
We need initiative that must look very much bold
As if taken out as verse and to be told
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Today's plight
Nobody is to be blamed for today’s plight
We have adopted the course not so right
We are enemies of human race and mankind
People have gone blind and remained unkind
Don’t shed a tear over deteriorating condition
We are the person providing ignition
Adding fuel to fire and curse the fate
The common sense has not come even late
You will find many faces filled with hate
How will you evaluate them at any rate?
Everything has been decided at gun point
There is no worth argument to prove point
You will find same scene
Law and order violated very often
Man kills man and loot the property
Is this not against the will of almighty?
Nature is killed and so the forests
No birds even find refuge in nests
They have no place to live in
The locals people are subjected to p plights or have been
No religious places are safe
The followers are shot at the gate
Some of them meet death while praying
The bullets are mercilessly sprayed
It is curse and nothing else
The situation all over is tense
Ask not any more mercy for the cause
We do not deserve it, because
You have more men to be fed
As they are wrongly believed and led
Let us knell down and pray sincerely
Then only something will be if offing divinely
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Races and colors
According to Hindu mythology
Dark color represents almighty
Lord Krishna himself was dark and blue
Millions today starve for glimpses of him to view
It is still a hard feeling in minds
We dislike the black color wherever we find
Express freely against it and tease
Let us not do it for God's sake please
Color, cast and religion
Should never be our concern
Wherever we are and whatever we profess
Just bow head before him and confess
"O God, take me out from this world"
The moment you feel that I am untrue and turning cold
I shall forget not what is revealed in your teachings
Let not a single word go as missing"
Who are we on earth to paint anyone as evil?
It is his creation and no one has power or will
I shall cry at any kind of ill treatment
Curse my ills and openly resent
Person suffers due to his own act
No one has any right to offer comment or act
If bad weather or region is meant to suffer
Let come forward and gracefully offer
Almighty is ocean of mercy
He conveys it through regular frequency
We fail to grab the message
Only to witness dark history on page
Can't we see with our own naked eyes?
Why nature is against us even if whole mankind try?
The wrath and nature's fury is seen
Yet we are blind and not very much keen
O lord, give little sense to all those
Who are bent upon and deliberately choose
The way of annihilating particular race
Now they themselves will face worst kind of chase
Let us be tolerant to all races and colors
White is peace and black is tolerance
We need both in our day to day deal
We need to express solidarity and not to conceal
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Engraved marble
Why can’t I propagate my faith?
Why m I afraid of sure death
Who can lead me to real religion?
Professors, preachers or so called villains
I find my almighty always around
Bells ring and make me sound
I forget all bitterness and good sense prevail
All propaganda comes to an end and fail
I shall not be carried away by any trick
Even though they torture me with any stick
I shall believe him an his peaceful message
I shall have to prove my worth till the end of an age
No one may remember me by any faith
They may even hesitate to lay wreath
I shall be laid to rest by unknown people
I shall lay here peacefully without any trouble
I wish to put engraved marble near by
People may read the message and try
Who is this unfortunate soul trying to tell?
Life is not worth if we try to prove it as hell
I see nothing special in any religion
Even though they are prevalent in most of the regions
Each one is dominant in belief and conviction
Yes there is love lost and frictions
Peace may evade till you come clear
You will live amidst uncertainty and fear
No religion may guarantees you for safe conduct
They lack moral courage and power to instruct
I shall love to be buried live
Rather face fury and witness nose dive
Fall in moral values and humanity at low ebb
What shall I engrave “Don’t come again and try to stab”?
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May bleed with pain
My heart may bleed with pain
To find out the worth of being human with gain
It’s utility on earth and leading of as an entity
To be remembered or hated as personal quality
The ensuing festival has touched heart with grief
Millions of people are attached with strong belief
Has that really brought the kindness with brotherhood?
Do we ever wipe out the tears from the people of neighborhood?
If answer is yes, then we have achieved what father really wanted
His sacrifice is not in vain as the so many years were spent on being haunted
What did they get in turn for perpetuating inhuman treatment?
Did our father O, Lord utter a word or preferred to lament?
I weep when see the tearful eyes with a message
You waged a relentless love war throughout the age
You suffered so much for us to be called a non believer
You only wanted to be sufferer and our pain reliever
“They will what they are doing and for whom”?
“What do they know and what ideas they groom?
This was your message even when descended with gloom
Today even we do not know exactly by sitting in the room
How could you bear such cruelty on your body?
Was there no pity in their heart or thought by anybody?
Did they know what they were doing and for what cause?
Could they not stop it for while or observe a pause?
There was no one to take you to safety
You were subjected to torture and cruelty
Oh, how long you endured pain and lay flat
Still you loved till last and did not spate
All those events make me very sad
I still see those watery eyes and feel what you had
It might have been very crucial days
When you were forbidden preaching ways
I feel hurt when sharp thorn strikes
I look helplessly with pain at skies
I plead for help with anguish
How could you bear all poking till they finished?
You stood for universal brotherhood and mankind
I feel very much hurt when some one is very unkind
I remember each word vividly and memorize
Each soul on earth is committed to oblige
We could never have been one as we are today
We may be celebrating it with fun fare on auspicious day
If single word I could adopt and prove
It will be worth to be called a good move
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Wake Up Call
'There is no place for cowards in jannat* (heaven)
'Islam never preaches hatred and loves to all even'
'One of the holiest and sacred religion world has ever witnessed'
People are misguided and inhuman values are foolishly chased
'There will no place for all those who preach against values of religion'
Roared small girl who stood for as future light in region
She is Malal*, a fire brand activist, working for unity
Nation always stood for her selfless work and integrity
Staunch advocate and supporter for women education
Malal* is fighting for life and her survival is in question
She has been fired upon and bullet has pierced through
In her back bone to cost life for fighting the battle very true
Never liked by orthodox champions
She had to struggle and face the fanatics in region
Whole of the country today stands behind her role
Holy struggle, if some one wants to name, a divine call
'The countries future is at stake' almost all the people have condemned
The insurgents and attackers have been criticized and damned
The country is united for future role of the children
Malal* is not the only one but more of her may come forward even
I appeal and salute such brave attempt on part of small girl
Whole nation can feel proud of and feel let down with ugly turn
She stands for the courage and symbol of human character
Where there is hurdle on each step to face as lone actor
We bow our head and pray almighty for her speedy recovery
Let her breath in peace and come among us again by the blessings from almighty
Thousands across world and beyond boundaries offer prayers
We have no words except to bow head and watch as spectators
Let girls come up with good education and sense
The true religion with its deep meaning and essence
No religion can preach hatred and invite wrath
It will be worthwhile, if so, to die or face the death
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Lines To Observe
I refused to yield to pressure
Even though I had nothing precious with me as treasure
It did hurt my sentiments to break me from within
They could never come to know how much depressed I had been
If I was told to leave place at once I could gladly do
If it was last option I could have agreed even if untrue
But why would they insist on me falling in their lines?
How can they pressurize me when I completely declined?
I would never leave my faith if that causes any embarrassment
If they want to have forcible conversion then it is their movement
I will cling to that path from where inspiration and strength is drawn
I shall disown any belief that has been forced upon
If we come out from our stated lines to observe
We may come across many tales of messiahs who descended on earth to serve
Laid down their lives for upholding the faith and true causes
So many citations can be had from many prophets as it was
Money and power play dominant role
It is just show off and sprit behind it is completely stolen
Religious places are made show pieces and symbol of exhibition
Where people visit not out of faith but with superstition
What difference it may make if millions are of same faith?
How does it stop innocent people falling to merciless deaths?
How come a person offering prayer is sprayed with bullet?
Who will claim and say it was only the destiny decided by fate?
I shall believe in any faith if that preaches true religion
Enough respect for humanism barred by any region
Let some one pray rising sun or respect emergence of moon
We all must feel heat while toiling hard in after noon
This was the message actually intended
It was never meant to be offended
All messages meant for masses were carefully worded
To be professed and adopted were later on distorted
I feel like crying when regretfully listen to cruelty
Have we stooped so below to insult the almighty?
We hanged them to death and took away the life
Yet they preached and professed without fearing knife
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These Bombs
German soldiers at my backyard,
Russian soldiers at my backyard,
American soldiers at my backyard,
The world's soldiers at my backyard,
And like cultures at different places;
But, history is all about life.
What is your name? !
'My name is St. Louis';
What is your mission?
'My mission is to see to the peace in this world';
What is your vision?
'My vision is to conquer the world with love'!
'One head, two eyes, two ears';
'One nose, two legs, two hands';
'And, to tell the people what the future will be like'.
Soon a bomb will blast omewhere! !
Soom many people will be killed;
And like the cultures of these people around me,
For, they are always after destruction than peace.
To others, sex is like a chewing gum to them;
To others, wars are like a laughter to them;
And now, this world is preparing for war and we are running out of time!
But tell me, which of you have no past in this world?
However, some of you are still working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
These bombs are falling on us today,
These bombs are killing us today,
And hatred is leading mankind to destruction!
Because, some people are really working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
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Silent March
Love has always ruled human mind
Acted over long horizon very kind
It has provided very hard core
Only strong resolve needed to explore
We have inherited it from seasons
No one troubles anybody without reasons
If you go against nature then you are inviting the wrath
Devastation all over that is including death
To change it is to welcome and dominates the scene
Such attitude has fascinated us and always seen
After all love has been at the central core
Even poorest of poor go for it and adore
It is been seen at every level but with difference
We draw the lesson with different inference
Even animals provide clue as how to tackle life
In crisis we should remain calm and avoid use of knife
Love wins love and hate inflames hate
In no case, hate can reign supreme or relate
It has no edge over love in showing passion
Eyes speak when question of showing compassion arises
No religion has advocated preaching of violence
We should avoid any such occasion hence
Not that world can be won over with complete annihilation
Still void may not be filled and remain burning question
Why world peace has remained still a distant dream?
Why is it that we don’t even reach or it seems?
There remains some distrust and enough of confidence
We need to explore and give love with peace a chance
We have shed enough of blood on name of land and religion
Still it has remained illusion to build stable region
We are unable to worship almighty without fear
Lot more agony, misery, pain and hardship to face and bear
Let us not carry any sign of religion but bear a love torch light
Strong resolve at heart with olive branch and silent march to fight
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Gone very far
Once in million years one prophet is sent
With long wait almighty makes one strong movement
His emissary is sent to propagate love message
His work and messages are remembered through out the ages
Like galaxy of stars they have stayed in the minds of people
Taken all blunts to self and saved people from agony and troubles
How many faiths are there on the surface of earth?
With different culture and followers to provide fresh breath
Somewhere down the lines they have provided rightful means
So much blood was shed and many battles were made to win
Ultimate goal was to bring people under one umbrella or roof
Make them to believe in one faith by proving worth with proof
In recent history of mankind one great soul descended on earth
It took over complete world by surprise with easy breath
She was later on known as mother and proved to be precise
For orphans, destitute and downtrodden she was tall promise
Nothing to self and everything to mankind with symbol of peace
Whole world recognized her dedication and selfless service
Word was charity and action was to wipe off the tears
Children were to be offered all care and no more agony or pain to bear
Such type of kind mother is not among us today
Yet we go on with same mission all the way
World has realized the hidden message form her death
Whole life of selfless service with no attachment to any faith
We must all pay tribute to such peace emissary
Without her we should have failed in delivering necessary
Health care, education and home for homeless
We find the satisfaction on mother's shining face
Many statesmen have born and disappeared
Many god fathers have taken birth and forgotten
Mother may remain in vast sky as shining star
Her dream may realize one day even if she has gone very far
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Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
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Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
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Fighting for survival
Pakistan is not fighting for survival
For years it had waited for their arrival
They were give free use of land for subversion
Now it is too late to have any point of discussion
A holy land”Pakistan” as we all know
Had horrible years to witness and go
Lots of blood shed and deep bitterness
No where to show the brave front or kind face
Of late something unusual has taken place
There is cry over terrorist’s death and still more race
What will be fate of innocent people living around?
Their bodies remain unclaimed and sometimes not found
Pakistan must find its own holy war
The holocaust and bad consequences are not very far
No person may be allowed to move freely
In our own land we may be prisoners truly
When whole world is with you
Rise to the occasion and prove true
Allah may bless for any of the reasons
How can distinguish between good and bad persons?
No where it is seen that person is murdered while praying
The whole body is pierced though with pumping of bullets or spraying
Let people rise in arms and declared *“Jihad” for upholding religion
How can one Good *Musalmann be mere spectator in such region?
Terrorism can not be over in one day
Yet there is fine solution on the way
Find common strategy and offer resistance
They will be on run if united at once
No country can tolerate such nuisance
The defenders of the countries are aware of their presence
No religion can preach violence, hatred and seek blood
In such utter condition where people are dying for the want of food
* Musalmann.. pure…….*Jihad…Holy struggle
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Lives In The Balance
Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
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A War Raging On
There's a war raging on
Though I know not where
There are people fighting
Though they do not care
Soldiers are fighting
Mothers are crying
Fathers are preaching
For their sons are dying,
For their is a war killing
And no one really cares.
There's bullets shooting
As I see the guns loading
And there's planes flying
For I feel the bombs exploding,
I see war and I see blood
And death upon the sand
There's hunger and death
I still see in His hand,
For there's people killing
As I see the blood flowing.
There's soldiers marching
For I hear them coming
The killing is flowing
For I see the children running,
There are people being shot
Poets getting caught
Murderers being sought
Lessons again being taught,
For there is a war raging
As the soldiers are hunting.
There is a war coming
For I hear the horns blowing
There is more killing coming
For I see the hate growing,
Children are getting killed
Burying bombs in the fields
Land is being destroyed
Mountains are becoming hills,
For there is a war coming
For I see the hate showing.
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poem by Randy McClave
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Union
[Chorus]
[One for all, one for all]
[Its all its all for one]
Lets start a union, calling every human
Its one for all and all for one
Lets live in unison, calling every citizen
Its one for all and all for one
We dont want war- cant take no more
Its drastic time for sure
We need a antidont and a cure
Coz do you really think Mohammed got a problem with Jehovah
We dont want war imagine if any prophet was alive
In current days amongst you and I
You think theyd view life like you and I do
Or would they sit and contemplate on why
Do we live this way, act and behave this way
We still live in primitive today
Coz the peace in the destination of war cant be the way
Theres no way, so people just be em wanna be a man
Realise that you cant change the world by changing yourself
And understand that were all just the same
So when I count to three lets change
[Chorus]
Got no time for grand philosophy
I barely keep my head above the tide
I got this mortgage, got three kids at school
What youre saying is the truth, but really troubles me inside
Id change the world if I could change my mind
If I could live beyond my fears
Exchanging unity for all my insecurity
Exchanging laughter for my tears
[Chorus]
I dont know, yall, we in a real deposition
In the midst of all this negative condition
Divided by beliefs, different sink and religion
Why do we keep missing the point in our mission?
Why do we keep killing each other, whats the reason?
God made us all equal in his vision
I wish that I could make music as a religion
Then we could harmonise together in this mission
Listen, I know its really hard to make changes
But two of us could help rearrange this curse
Utilising all the power in our voices
Together we will unite and make the right choice
And fight for education, save the next generation
Come together as one
I dont understand why its never been done
So lets change on the count of one
It takes one, just one
And then one follows the other one
And then another follows the other one
Next thing you know you got a billion
People doing some wonderful things
People doing some powerful things
Lets change and do some powerful things
Unity could be a wonderful thing
[Chorus]
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Written In Red!
Pages of history of man kind
Are written red,
Those who thought their blood,
As blue as sky or as blue as deep ocean,
Wrote the pages in Red and every page is full of bloodshed!
Hungry people weep for even glass of water,
And even for that they had blood to shed,
Innocent plants or innocent grass die,
When two elephants fight for supremacy!
They never care how many innocent may die!
Great heroes are made on the number of men they despatch to hell,
Saying patriots have heaven in their fight!
They are heroes like matadors at the cost of blood of an innocent bull!
Otherwise they are as you and me except that cruelty,
Men the made several men to shed blood, in the name of woman,
May it be sita, may it be Padmini
Or may be Helen of Troy,
All men were treated like toys
By a that a few mad boys,
To have their woman back,
Or defend their action,
All religions have their history written in red,
May it be books that are from God,
Stained with red, God signed it with blood,
Put the rubber stamp of quality with bone and flesh,
Every nation is having its own fountain of blood shed!
power hungry need only to shed crocodile tears,
Or just present awards and reward,
Those who safeguard
and died to save them!
May it be Ashoka, may it be Idi Ameen
or may be Churchil, or may be Gandhi,
Or may Lincoln or Changez Khan
Only they were famous due blood shed!
May it be history of continent or that sub continent
Only a story written in blood, On human skin and with bones as pens!
May it be any ' -ism ' or may
Politics in spain or Britain,
Equally dangerous are these..
Power or woman,
Ambition or nation,
Whether terrorist or counter terrorist venture
Police or politician,
Every history of massive wealth,
Or a piece of land
Religion or culture, blood is That red ink with pages of history is written only in red!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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