Just war
It may be just war
With nothing to offer
Justice or injustice
It is breach of trust and promise
Who will want to suffer?
When it has nothing to offer
Except war widows and orphans
What can be left behind except pain?
Many might have been rendered homeless?
The world might have to see ugly face
Face the hunger and colossal losses
Still left more with humanitarian issues
Many bodies may lye scattered
Not a word about them to be uttered
It is sheer madness and joke
Houses burn with thick smoke
Who will identify bodies?
Whether belong to men or ladies!
Total disrespect to human being
We have seen wars and gained nothing
Vultures may eat flashes
War may soon finish
Nothing to look back for reasons
World at large might have lost best persons
World bodies suffer from politics
Seized with numbers and statistics
Big countries may influence their decision
Poor countries may suffer because of indecision
We may watch it as helpless game
There is no one to whom you can blame
It may go on so long ambition remains
Countries may go in for war even if their treasure drains
War may be necessary in extreme situation
When there may be more danger of its continuation
Hiroshima and Nagasaki are living examples
Where we had to bury neutrality and principles
War wounds are not easy to heal
The nationals may bitterly feel
Bear grudge against nations imposing war
Then where we will end and go how far?
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009
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Nothing In Our Arsenal
Justice delayed is justice denied
Often said in open but never tried
Every one uses it in its own gain
Only poor suffer and under go the pain
Only but civilized society is to be blamed
They don't come out in open and ideology shared
They conduct seminars and offer lectures
Ideas never float and thus block the future
Votes are sold in open and they don't venture out
Stay at home with family and only talk about
Every body wants to be millionaire overnight
Democracy has become lame and lacks will power to fight
Forget about legal systems in any country
It can't be left to the domain of anybody
People should have to take care
Properly address the system and nurture
Big industrial houses openly support
Involve in tug of war and take ship at the port
Lot many cartels of self interest are on board
The country as whole has to bear the load
The scenario has been completely changed
The criminals are on forefront and system efficiently managed
Everybody is made of clay and exposed to greed
Where can you provide effective machinery to lead?
No one may come out in open and participate
Everybody may dream of beautiful country and leave it to fate
No nightangle may come of its own and sing of patriotism
We need n such imaginary happiness but only humanism
I wish to be part of global happiness
Where it is not marred by color, cast creed or race
Where independent systems rule to the benefit of people and country
Then only there may appear real joy and place to enjoy beauty
Why people should die of hunger elsewhere?
Why at all countries should wage wars?
Why innocents should die in streets and suffer?
Have we nothing in our arsenal to offer?
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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
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War Cry and After
No country wants its dismemberment!
Wrong misadventure brings bad moment
It leads to humiliation and shame
Whole country stands along and subjected to blame
No one may go into actual cause
Whether it was imposed or forced
Mighty may rule and manage the scene
The tragedy and plight may only be seen
As beggars have no choice
So is the terms and condition with no promises
The country may be plundered and subjected to loot
Simple passers by may suffer and simply shoot at
People go war hungry and loose the common sense
Fall in with false propaganda and situation is made tense
Third party gets benefit out of it and reaps the harvest
The countries suffer due to their own follies and stand the acid test
Population may suffer most and under go agony and plight
The children may get no medicine and women may loose rights
Their honor may be at stake and position may turn tight
The war is lost without firing and shot or going into fight
In current age it looks all useless
The dragon stands there with ugly face
Who suffers most and benefits and at what cost?
Humanity has suffered and war has been lost
All greedy eyes are on natural wealth
Many countries suffer most on ground of health
Paucity of funds and corruption is taking heavy toll
The mistrust and apprehensions erects its own wall
Let each country shape its own development
Live within boundary and with free movement
Build the relation with neighboring countries and progress
Why at all there should be war cry and mad race?
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Actions and Karma
As long as the poor people are hungry,
Narcotic departments of certain countries,
Are active and on their toes.
As long as the poor people starve for food,
The children of rich countries,
Crave for drugs.
As long as the war ridden countries are helpless,
The welfare departments of developed nations,
Have to help their single mothers.
As long as the anemic blood of poor is sucked,
the habits of evolved human beings,
ruin their own happiness.
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From A 3rd World Country
I lived in a 3rd world country
but that does not mean
i've got nothing to say
Coz we also grow in our own way
Third world countries
may be poor economically
but we excel in different abilities
plus we are also rich naturally
First world countries
may be hi in technolohies
but 3rd world countries
have hardworking employess
We even excel in different fileds
either in medical, singting or sports
as our nurses, singers or boxers
are demanding in all places
Though I didn't live in a 1st world
but I'm proud to be in a 3rd world
bec. it is the only place
where i feel a belongingness
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Demo Crazy. We are fools..
What is hardship, when it has the degree,
What is that degree, which we have to agree,
I say that I work hard and suffer,
you may say that you feel better,
someone say that their life is a misery,
sufferers keep quiet and it is Irony.
Those who are homeless and penniless,
left on the road sides to be vagrants.
These vagrants have no idea,
that they have the right to plea,
thousands on the first world and
millions on the third world, but
churning stomachs prevent them
from executing their rights.
How docile they are,
to suffer in silence,
They are better than a silent lamb,
for they endure their entire life.
As long as we follow Adam Smith,
As long as we believe in demo crazy,
As long as we are ignorant of pain,
That our fellow human go through,
this world may belong to the rich and powerful,
Let us make sure every man on street,
has the right to live his life humanly.
Let us be the human to understand
this sickness of ignorance.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Freedom To My People
Dear peacekeeper
Please give freedom to my people here at home
And in the world
Some of my people have fanilies in the countries that are in war
But some of mypeople already lost their loved ones in the war in their Countries that are in war
That is because they served in the army of their country that is in the War
But they never returned home because they died fighting in the war in Their countries
So their loved ones had to pay a big price
Because at the same time they had to sacrifice their lives for their Countries at war
But my people here at home can't wait for the war to end at their Countries
So that they can go back to their countries that they came from
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Damien
Things are done that I just don't understand
There's hardly no time left for the average young man
Works his arse off 'til his blue in the face
Drugged with hope so he can keep up the pace
And soon he joins the unemployed
Where all hope and ambition are destroyed
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
A situation that I don't understand
A desperation that just got out of hand
He didn't realize what steps he should take
He didn't realize that his life was at stake
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
A contemplation left much to late
A deliberation we all left to fate
We didn’t understand the role we should play
We ignored the facts hoping they would simply fade away
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
Copyright Colin Coplin 1984/2010
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Kicks in return
Mighty rule here and weakest suffer,
Kicks in return when ordinary gifts offer,
Why no system which acts as buffer,
Is there no right to say right and differ?
This question always made me puzzle.
Rain did not offer peace even when dazzle,
It continued to hunt and troubled always,
I sit motionless and try to find new says,
Why I am not that powerful as sun?
Why I always think of using the gun?
Is there no peaceful alternate?
Where all are equal and no subordinate,
Rulers have gone influential have taken over,
Scene remain same but clouds still hover,
No kicks in return but distrustful eyes,
No gestures but unwelcome scene and byes,
Why still remain history and disparity?
Is there any sense or high morality?
Why do we face question of seniority?
This is question faced by most of majority
World will not change even after destruction,
Face the dishonour even after precise instruction,
Matter remains same even stiffer than question,
Even you forget and bury deep in bastion,
It may still for many more centuries,
Distance may reduce even between countries,
Many changes may come with new entries,
Rules may change but not the sentries
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am chained
I am slave and chained
My hands are tightened
Mouth is sealed and eyes blinded
World has seen it but never minded
Since years I am under occupation
Children and their mothers suffer sans relation
Looses daily one soul forever
Still world has no time to care ever
Any time the artificial line is drawn
Curfew is imposed and shutters are down
Siren raids are on and life is shattered
Life is turning from bad to worst and remains scattered
Is this the price my kids may have to pay?
The world may silently watch and have nothing to say?
Alright I shall bleed some more
Let them see me in tears furthermore
How can youth control their rage?
When no peace in sight and house is on ablaze
How many more of them you want to die?
Humanity doesn't want to offer even single try?
How long will you witness my body to collapse?
Cry under pillow and shed the tears?
Blood soaked bodies to be seen all over and no one to see?
Can we call whole world as democratic and free?
No one has observed a single fast when I was raped?
Took out cloths daily and still people have clapped
How would you tolerate such happenings in your own home?
When some one enters by force and remains as unwelcome
You may all open eyes and see the reality
Daily new born die for the poor facilities
I cry silently from the world and cover the face
Would you mind entire race is wiped out from earth's surface?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tomorrows World
Tomorrows World
So the world is a changing greed has failed,
Now we shall all work unselfishly for, and
Together heal the world, make financial rules
Based on trust, honesty and real democracy.
We will suffer together and prosper together,
But as usual the majority will suffer while
The minority will prosper, and when time is
Right greed will be back on the agenda.
This of course may sound pessimistic, but it
Is human nature, the will to survive; if there
Are no games to play, no wars to fight
Humans will simply sink into apathy and die
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Seems So Long
Lady love and lady cared
But lady went away,
And left me all alone to suffer.
And now I feel its not fair
For me to fall in love
The truth is the real me you must uncover.
Seems so long, since Ive heard the sound
Its been so long, since Ive trusted in someone else,
Had to see it all for myself,
Its been so long, that the world seems cold,
But I think its time in my life to find myself again.
Lady loved and lady stayed,
Until she was too pleased
She knew I wouldnt leave for her to suffer.
Id never make her suffer.
Now I believe youre just like me,
In that you understand,
And want me for your man to always love me.
You can believe its seems so long, since Ive touched a wanting hand
Oh, it seems so long, since Ive trusted in someone else,
Had to see this world for myself,
And its been so long that the world seems cold,
Now I think Ive found someone to make me trust in someone again.
I believe that I can trust in you.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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A war clouds
It is not the question of wordy duel
It is raging fire added with fuel
How a person can turn cruel?
Why can’t they have peace mutual?
This can’t go to their head
They want marching army ahead
They want to show overall lead
They want the message to be clearly read
It has remained age old dream and wish
They wanted hegemony and others to finish
Aim is only arms trade to flourish
they have only death faces to kiss
World have faced many holocaust
Natural and man made outbursts
Skirmishes on boundary lines
Celebration with champagnes and wines
Enough blood is to be bled but for whom?
War clouds may overcast and zoom
The war will be declared soon
The dark shed may appear on moon
Is it not the blot on humanity?
We want to continue the hostility
Do he wars have some special quality?
Destruction and deaths unnecessary and in futility
Is it not the devils dream with evil design?
How can we entertain and meekly resign/
There is still no sign of remorse
The war is thrust by tremendous force
War can change entire scene
The scattered bodies all over seen
Who are all very eager and keen?
Many countries actively involved and deliberately in
Hail their feat with loud applause
Die with hunger but passions don’t rouse?
Tolerate the injustice and hang on for destruction
Only deaths may await you as pure instruction
There is no joy or gladness
It will increase only sadness
Millions may die of hunger and starvation
World may watch silently with observation
They may thrive on lucrative business
It is pure consideration and madness
Few countries may benefit and others suffer
Let us join the threads and not differ
It may spill blood and result in quarrels
There will be exchange gun fire from barrels
It won’t be fight between loyalists and rebels
It may find name in holy war as label
Why can’t we profess bullet for ballet?
Love and peace without any hatred
Let durable peace prevail with peace mission ahead
We as citizens come forward and lead
There is no realization and escape route
As we have failed to eradiate cause or root
It may engulf entire area in turmoil
There will be subjugation and occupation
Besides death, economy may cause hardship
The war mongers may claim real championship
The diplomacy may take over and initiatives may be thrust
All in good faith with broad smile and trust
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Love and friendship
If red rose is for love and friendship
White one is for peace and very seems very deep
Its message is very clear with anguish
A signal for surrender and sign of finish
It is better to call off war and avoid blood shed
The wars are never successfully led
Both the sides suffer in terms of man and material
No one can proudly claim or offer denial
Modern warfare is the bloodiest
It can never be termed as useful or best
Did you ever visit hospitals or war zones?
If not then you are safe with all bones
Bodies are scattered all over for vultures
No one can claim it as good culture
It can never guarantee stable future
We are pushed to deep darkness for ever
Let us pray for no more such occurrences
It should never occur even by remote chance
We may replace material loss with some pain
But human losses are never to be regained
Even single death is shame on humanity
We have been sent here as peace messenger by almighty
We have no right to claim any land or divide
Time may favor sometimes but not always the tide
We have seen many civilizations lost in process
We have few remnants and have some access
We can assume glorious past of such existence
What is use if we have lost our past because of ignorance?
Avoid using pretext to wage such unholy things
It has nothing to do with man kind or something
Peace must prevail either by friendship or good neighborhood
Then only it will be known as correct meaning and having understood
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Our Own Grave
We dug our own grave
We simply surrendered and gave
All our freedom and sovereignty
It was bad on our to show inability
They have only exploited situation
We are to be blamed for its continuation
Even after so many years of freedom
Have we ever felt its test seldom?
We blame the invaders for doing wrong on our country
But we never point out the disunity and feel pity
Even today we are pulling our own legs
Every one is known by different tags
We may offer great sacrifices but of no avail
The situation may still be grim and prevail
Why all bloody wars have failed to deliver results?
The nation has remained under domination with insults
We focus only on atrocities committed in past
We have no courage to point out lapses but cast only doubt
Who cares for the country’s future division?
Only we invite enemies for further invasion
Now they may not come with huge armies to invade
They will make you slave by offering trade
Whole system may be bugged to weaken base
You may then have no time to come out of it and chase
When you are under economic domination
Whole of the countries affair may be subject to question
You may have no say in international affairs
No one may see you with respect and offer chair
Many countries have rolled under financial burdens
They have bartered national interest with stance hardened
Country remains poor along with large population
Bulk of them hardly meet requirements in relation
Country need to be self sufficient in all respects
Young, old and alike must come out strong with acts
If we can manage our own affairs and stand
Nobody on earth can subdue us but remain as friend
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With The Copenhagen Climate Summit Flop
With the Copenhagen Climate Summit flop it cannot be denied
That the last hope of survival for many oceanic islands has died
Doomed to be swallowed by the rising sea
The politics of greed through nationalism the bane of humanity,
For the inhabitants of small ocean islands the future seems bleak indeed
Forsaken by the leaders of the World's most powerful Nations in their time of need
The painful reality they have come to realize
That they have to leave their islands as the sea levels rise
The so called Copenhagen agreement just an idle boast
Those who have contributed least to carbon emissions are those who will suffer most
The millions living in Third World Countries and the inhabitants of Oceanic Islands will sadly lose out
Of a bleak future for millions of poor people there can be little doubt
And all due to the politics of human greed
Of our own demise we may be sowing the seed.
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Touch me not!
Have you ever seen the freshly pressed flowers,
Crumbled in the crowded buses of the third world?
Catching and traveling in a bus is a task, not worth,
To spend at least few hours on the dusty roads,
For a few kilometer ride to their purposeful target,
Where they are pressed with all kinds of weapons kept,
In the trousers, held in the hands and on the bodies,
Of the estrogen seeking cowards, who travel,
In the buses to get the cheap pleasure and delight,
Out of the innocence of our young girls and women going to school,
Colleges and work, even the elderly women not spared,
For the scent that remained, O God, Do you see us suffer,
On the roads of poverty stricken countries? Please offer,
The space as we need to do our daily chores,
Teach and correct them that molesting is bad and dire.
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Epidemic Of Melancholy Proportions
an epidemic of melancholy proportions
is sweeping through many societies countries
despair dejection sadness misery hopelessness
are recession downturn decline consequences
suicide globally haunts many countries cultures
suicide globally engulfs preys upon countries cultures
many countries cultures ethnic societies
never even developed coined a word for depression
yet globally according to recent studies
fifty percent of women suffer episodes of depression
yearly mainly
each at least
a single episode
as opposed
to only ten
percent of men
ask the question
is depression
an issue the world
should take seriously...
one million people a year
are cured permanently
one million people a year succeed
in their attempts at suicide
issue depression needs countries cultures to address
society wide ways to address negative mind problems
depression has become a diabolical mind field killer
when will we learn to honour all our human family?
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