Luminous star gone
Luminous star gone
Michael Jackson, truly beloved son,
You are no more among us as person,
History will honour you and vacuumed felt,
Bowed head with respect and ice melt,
It was rising from the grave with full energy,
Society had nothing to offer but only bogey,
No cloths left but only white coffer,
May mark him as one of the greatest,
New pattern with songs newest,
Each with message of love and peace,
As good morning with cool breeze,
You served and loved as human being,
Shrouded with mystery but honest living,
Nothing is remembered bad or good,
Music was life and energy as food,
You survived as king of kings,
Melodies chorus with beautiful sing,
Crowned with jewel and diamond,
World was fascinating and almost fond,
I salute to soul, who suffered a lot,
Offered a treasure hidden in pot,
Soul departed with great pain,
Died with honour but not as martyrs slain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A star has faded
Michael Jackson was truly beloved son
He is no more among us as person,
History will honor him and vacuum will always be felt
We bow our head with respect but no ice will melt
He had risen from no where with full of energy
Society had nothing to do except to raise bogey
What can they offer at the time death except white coffer?
They have nothing new in their store to offer
We can mark him as one of the greatest
He had new pattern with songs almost newest
Each of them studded with message of love and peace,
As early morning is crowned with cool breeze,
You served as legend and lovely human being,
Shrouded with mystery but spent honest living
Nothing is remembered for bad or good,
Music was your life and energy was served as food,
You survived and ruled the scene as king of kings
Melodies inter woven with chorus to sing,
All songs crowned with fame of jewels and diamond,
World was fascinated as newest star was found
Does the poverty play an important role to shape the destiny?
Is it compelling a `person to rise in revolt and stage the mutiny?
Or is there any way to stage peaceful demonstration?
Prove true to self and rise to the occasion
He lead peaceful march in the filed of music
His voice and dance created a magic
He knew what good music is and it’s basic?
It was only devotion and not any trick
Great musicians and artists meet with tragic end
Fame and name is not accepted in good spirit by friends
They easily fall victims to their treachery and deception
This is very much realized from the inception
World may never have artist of such caliber in coming days
No one may have mastery or innovative ways
It was his masterly stroke that showed new horizons
People pray and adore him only for these reasons
He may fed away from our memory but not completely lost
So long music remains on earth he will be wanted most
He has enough contribution to the elevation of good music and dance
Everybody has valued his role for the time to come or at once
I salute to soul who has suffered a lot,
He was treasure hidden in pot,
Soul has departed with great pain in the end
He did his best to avoid controversy and tried to mend,
He has died with honor but not that of martyrs
Whole, world wept and shed the tears
How much agony and pain he bore
We have no other option left but simply to adore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The MoonWalker
Here lies The Moonwalker
The greatest of all performers
The one who inspired the whole world
And brought us closer together
Here lies The Moonwalker
The greatest vocal artist
Whom he himself suffered
But still brought our world together
Here lies The Moonwalker
The greatest dancer of all time
He was diagnosed with vertigo
And still brought our world together
Here lies The Moonwalker
One of the best human right fighters that ever lived
Whom himself was accused and trialled
But still brought our world together
Here lies The Moonwalker
Who without a choice was turned a different colour
Who was convicted and discriminated
And still brought our world together
Here lies The Moonwalker
Who was cheated and lied to
Whose children were forced to were masks
But still brought our world together
Here lies The Moonwalker
Who performed his heart and soul
Who millions of people idolized
But still brought our world together
HERE LIES THE MOONWALKER
Who donated over $150,000,000 to the sick, hungry and poor
His songs were amazing amongst them were:
Man in the Mirror, Will you be There and Heal the World
These songs are all based on life....
Michael Jackson Brought The World Closer Together
Dedicated to Michael Jackson, hoping his soul rests in peace in heaven up above.
poem by Jennifer Maliya
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Bogey Music
Everybody bogey
Dig that bogey beat
Man that bogey rhythm
Smells so clean and sweet
Everybody bogey
Bogey on to the street
Without bogey music
Life is incomplete
Without bogey music
Life is incomplete
Everybody bogey
Dig that bogey beat
If you little bogeys
Want to sing along
Clean your bogey act up
And learn the bogey song
Without bogey music
Life is incomplete
Without bogey music
Life is incomplete
Bogey music, bogey music
Bogey music, bogey music
Alright, here we are now
Tonight in bogey land
Bogey music, bogey music
Well, when the younger bogeys
Here that bogey sound
Every little bogey
Got to bogey down
Bogey man bogey
Bogey man bogey
Bogey man bogey on down
Bogey music, bogey music, bogey music
Bogey music, bogey music, bogey music
Bogey music Bogey man bogey on down
Bogey music
All you little bogeys
I want you to sing along
Clean your bogey act up
And learn the bogey song
Without bogey music
Life is incomplete
You know, it is...suckers
Bogey music, bogey music
Bogey music, bogey music
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Tragic end
King of kings and most beloved star Pop,
We lost forever a man in you and high hope,
It was not easy for black to walk on rope,
You lost no courage and preferred slope,
For rising high, you paid so dearly,
Whites were fooled so cleverly,
Rose to the top at an early age,
Bonded music free from closed cage,
Transformation from black to complete white,
Hard work from morning day till late night,
Nothing was coming to you by way of right,
You chose to face and offered a fight,
Daily shows with improvement in music,
Money returns plenty but killed magic,
Fighting with odds and struggle heroic,
Fame, prestige, name all proved toxic,
Hours and hours you danced on floor,
Ships aground and never reached shore,
Fame and money blinded with rage,
Global name with golden ink on page,
World and humanity benefited a lot,
Always in limelight and news spot,
Surrounded by celebrities and rich,
Going away and away from Poor’s reach,
Your body could stand no more strain,
It was not less than slain,
World did not bother and only blamed,
Door shut and avenues slammed,
You remained only body of corpse,
Skin disappeared with body collapse,
No food but drugs and only injections,
You lay on bed without any projection,
World may remember you as global artist,
Laying wreath and floral tribute insist,
Still it is mystery and doubts persist,
World at large must fear and desist,
His soul will hound us for time to come,
It is for sure no other soul will descend and become,
Earnestly pray for his soul to rest in peace,
Let him sing his songs and enjoy at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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T h e R e m e m b r a n c e r s
and it’s difficult to say exactly
what they do, or
how useful that task really is
for like the ideal rulers
of ancient China,
the better they do their job,
the less we notice that
you could say, they are
remembrancers:
they hold memories for millions of people:
they remember people, good people, poor people,
and honour them as we should wish to honour them;
they remember heroes and the dead;
they remember history; and how
things used to be done, when they were done well;
it is their duty, over a whole lifetime,
to remember what is so deep in all our hearts
that we have forgotten that we know it;
that we could hardly express it;
yet, as those stories of every nation tell,
as King Arthur is said to arise from the sleeping soul
in times of need – this is what they remember for us;
they remember what it means to be a nation
when others have forgotten
but as they have no executive power
they can only advise and consent
when asked
they draw to themselves, good and wise people
who help them to remember
to remember for the rest of us
and such is the mystery of what they really do
that we laugh about their private lives
over our morning newspapers
while they set out for another day
full of official engagements
of being seen to remember something
and we remember having seen them
and how we waved our flags and gave them flowers
but may or may not sense
what they remember for us
and as they move around,
in and out of cars and sometimes planes each day
receiving flowers from children awed by the moment,
shaking hands, receiving in a few seconds our clumsy response,
respect; admiration; recognition for duty done; even, love;
they must remember all that is unspoken, unformulated,
in those clumsy moments of the heart and soul
and that great mind which makes of human beings
families, tribes, nations, humanity
in those we walk with, through our life
for memory is not visible
and what they hold for us, we seldom think about
and we shall never know how much we owe to them
unless they were no longer here for us
they are sometimes called to be called kings and queens
and some are great,
born great, achieving greatness, or greatness thrust upon them
in the holy oil with which status is anointed;
but our gratitude is seldom shown
until their jubilee,
or in time of war
or at their funeral
when we, wearing black,
may celebrate their life, their light,
the remembrancers
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Good For Your Soul
Have you ever felt that somehow
You were not yourself
That your body was the same
But everything around you wasnt right
And images so strange and foreign
Flooded in like raging water
Have you ever been in love
With someone you hardly knew
Whereas every time you closed your eyes,
You saw this person come alive
It kept you wide awake at night
You felt like you were burning up
In pain, you want to scream
Then you passed out in a dream
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
If you dont stop, youll lose control
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Every lay there half asleep all hours of the night
With some nagging demon tugging at that tiny bell
Inside your mind
When suddenly that strange idea
Bursts into an inspiration
You grab for it and then
The whole thing slips right through your fingers
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Song and The Lyric
Jerry felt the music deep within his soul.
Music that echoed through the ages
Music of the human experience
Painful and beautiful
He did not know how to give it a voice.
He could sing, and he learned to play.
Songs that knitted together threads of time
While creating and playing songs
He heard his inner music
And his quest for the perfect song began
He shared his love of music
With a few special people
Who also had songs within their souls
But only a few understood his passion
And no one understood his quest
Until he met his accompaniment
Who also wrote songs
Together they created music
And the music in Jerry’s soul adapted
To the melody of their lives together
Their melody had distinct rhythm
Echoing a famous love song
Adante or allegro the tempo
Reflecting the wonders of life
And the pain of humanity
But their melody remained unfinished
Until their greatest collaboration
Came into the world
Now their melody had a consonance
Their song now had its Lyric.
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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A Life of Mystery!
Human life is a great mystery yet to be unravelled!
As long as soul is there in the body man survives;
How the soul has come and where the soul goes
Nobody knows yet making it difficult to believe it!
Independent survival depends on the work one does;
Work makes one survive standing on one’s own legs.
Many rely on money but work only provides money;
The good work one does brings support from all ever.
As long as body is healthy and strong soul remains
Recharged by energy from food and good rest ever.
Stabilising body health and knowing the truth of all
Exploration of spirit in all beings of Nature clears doubts.
Spiritual exploration is a mystical experience of mind
That only brings peace, joy, love and glow to humans!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Honour The Good Living
Honour the good living and respect the dead
And learn from the past as a wise one once said
Though many leaders never learn from history
Wise people do not become political leaders it does seem to me,
The war supposed to end all wars was fought decades ago
and still the numbers of the war dead does grow
The war like leaders war before peace do choose
But of war it is said that even winners do lose
Of love of their Country some are known to brag
Though such people carry their pride in a flag
Patriotic fervour the path to war lead
And less of Nationalism in the World we do need
We should learn from the past and then look ahead
And honour the good living and respect the dead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Dedication : To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice
STEADFAST as any soldier of the line
He served his England, with the imminent death
Poised at his heart. Nor could the world divine
The constant peril of each burdened breath.
England, and the honour of England, he still served
Walking the strict path, with the old high pride
Of those invincible knights who never swerved
One hair's breadth from the way until they died.
Quietness he loved, and books, and the grave beauty
Of England's Helicon, whose eternal light
Shines like a lantern on that road of duty,
Discerned by few in this chaotic night;
And his own pen, foretelling his release,
Told us that he foreknew ' the end was peace.'
II.
Soldier of England, he shall live unsleeping
Among his friends, with the old proud flag above;
For even to-day her honour is in his keeping,
He has joined the hosts that guard her with their love.
They shine like stars, unnumbered happy legions,
In that high realm where all our darkness dies.
He moves with honour, in those loftier regions,
Above this ' world of passion and of lies ';
For so he called it, keeping his own pure passion
A silent flame before the true and good;
Not fawning on the throng in this world's fashion
To come and see what all might see who would.
Soldier of England, perfect, gentle knight,
The soul of Sidney welcomes you to-night.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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A fear so often
What makes you happy all of sudden?
When you are gripped with fear often
What will you wish to happen?
Some miracles in the night at sharp ten
Mind is puzzled and not at rest
You are trying your level best
No improvement with state of mind
No peace takes place or is there to find
There is linkage between heart and soul
You go for it without feeling foul
It is real thing to long for and feel
You have yet not tested the bitter pill
What happens when love is lost?
How do you prepare for it and at what cost?
The world around you may seem to be hostile
You won’t be able to think for a while
Who can come real time to your rescue?
The matter will be known by only few
There is time for disappearances of morning dews
Nothing is left behind to work for reviews
As love has been defined as God’s gift
It may not afford any kind of rift
There may be little change or shift
It needs some momentary boost or lift
Music is recognized as powerful weapon
It appeals to all and nicely works on
It is considered as holy in worship
It is as equally holy and sacred as friendship
Music is to enjoy in ears
Life can be beautiful with years
Hardship may make you to cry
Music may make you to fly
Fill the life with good music
There is no elementary or basic
Life can’t be so boring
Music can appeal even if you are snoring
What is music to me in person?
I feel good with some reasons
It is different in all the seasons
It is pure love and can’t be compared with arsons
Music can bind the person as well as society
It has got different varieties
It has mass appeal and go well with al the sections
Everybody may sing it with some actions
Love can be spread with musical language
It has tremendous effect on its usage
It is liked by all without any bar on ages
It will grant peace even if mind rages
Encourage good music with appeals
Let other ideas may stand repealed
Music must play powerful part
It may be considered as good start
It can take away all your pains
Music flows as energy in vanes
It has power to remove all the stresses
Man can be brought to normal from distress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To conserve energy
Energy drains away in discomforts.
Pain, fear and anger contribute to it.
Energy conserves well in comforts.
Peace and happiness squarely promote it.
Be with the people you are at ease with
Rather than the ones who are indifferent.
Energy is conserved in privacy
And drained in public puzzles.
Love is the greatest energy saver.
Faith, belief and hope add to energy.
Doubts and suspicion erode energy.
To conserve energy is in your hand.
29.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Plain
It made you feel plain, when you forgot your name
Let me tell you something I have felt the same
I know you're in pain but be another boy along the way
God He made you beautiful and there's nothing about you that's plain
[chorus]
You are a jewel, You are a treasure
You are one of a kind
And you shine just a bright as the stars in the sky
You're a rare kind of wonder created just right
So keep your head up the matter the pain
'Cause nothing about you that's plain
It's in the you're not boon tight
The kind of girl that they like
And you're a little insecure about how you look in their eyes
The fashion will change, the trends come and go everyday
But God only made one of you and there's nothing about you that's plain
[chorus]
'Cause you are a jewel, You are a treasure
You are one of a kind
And you shine just a bright as the stars in the sky
You're a rare kind of wonder created just right
So keep your head up the matter the pain
'Cause nothing about you that's plain
See your mind, it is precious
Though your heart may be wretchless
And your eyes, they will see all that you're in to be
'Cause your spirit is strong
And your soul carries on
Keep your head up the matter the pain
There's nothing about you that's plain
I have my days when I feel outta place, yeah
I look at who I am, cover what I can
Wish it all it would change
But, take the makeup away so the same girl still remains
She may not feel that beautiful but, there's nothing about her that's plain
[chorus]
You are a jewel, You are a treasure
You are one of a kind
And you shine just a bright as the stars in the sky
You're a rare kind of wonder created just right
So keep your head up the matter the pain (3x)
There's nothing about you that's plain
You may have felt plain
God He knows your name
Let me tell you something, yeah
There's nothing about you that's plain
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It's your life
What are you going to do with it?
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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True Love Vavroovahana Patra
True love wins at end with Divine Power;
Oath of lover and beloved translated into reality with God’s Desire.
Selfless love exists for a long period;
Lovers and beloved’s love peacefully being glad.
God is the witness of love affection;
With love’s flowers beautiful is creation.
Love’s blossoms bloom in a good society;
People of the society like with gaiety.
True love is beyond wealth;
Lovers like with mirth.
It is perennial, eternally dazzles as a star;
With profound love lovers content their desires.
Soul mingles with soul, derives peace;
Souls live with Divine Bliss.
Divine power helps each other;
With optimistic inspiration contents the desire.
True love dazzles in the pages of history;
Lovers derive peace, life is flowery.
Love does not care religion;
Beautiful is God’s creation.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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In the spirit of Rumi - 35 - Three answers
I asked the passing strangers
in the fine street of the wise,
‘Tell me about your Self itself’
The first man said to me
‘It is like a rose garden
planted around a fountain –
it is always beautiful,
changing, yet unchanging;
it is the very centre
of my peace and rest…’
The second man said to me
‘It is like a treasure house of riches –
full of more sparkling, deep-coloured jewels
than anyone’s imagination
could ever begin to describe;
as beautiful as anything
in heaven or on earth…’
The third man said to me
‘It is like a mine of gold and silver
where you only have to dig
and there is always more to find…’
To the first man I said
‘You are indeed blest,
O noble sir… and must have earned yourself
this great honour…tell me,
do you invite every passing stranger
to walk and sit in that garden with you? ’
He said
‘Yes; I am a poet.’
To the second man I said
‘You are indeed blest,
O noble sir… and must have earned yourself
this great honour… tell me,
do you invite every passing stranger
into your treasure house, saying,
take all you need -
to make rich their life, too? ’
He said
‘Yes; I am a poet.’
To the third man I said
‘You are indeed blest,
O noble sir… and must have earned yourself
this great honour… tell me,
do you invite every passing stranger
to come and dig whenever he so needs? ’
He said
‘Yes; I am a poet.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Aurobindo-6-Savitri-Book -1
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-canto-3-
The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul's Release
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
Yoga of Aswapati-
'In hands sustained by a transfiguring Might
He caught up lightly like a giant's bow
Left slumbering in a sealed and secret cave
The powers that sleep unused in man within.'
Andthere, promoted pristine experience unfurled
A revelation the soul was offered
'The gifts of the spirit crowding came to him;
They were his life's pattern and his privilege'.
'The world's thought-streams travelled into his ken; '
Tuned to 'ethereal symphonies' was the king's soul
'A world unseen, unknown by outward mind
Appeared in the silent spaces of the soul.'
Unlike incapable in every human's unopened lay-mind
Great he saw his 'secret face'
His'mind leaned out to meet the hidden worlds: '
Unlike the still attached mind of a departed common soul
Ambrosial 'honey of Paradise', aromatic celestial fragrance
'Heavenly hues', 'a channel of universal harmony'
All 'beneath the cosmic surfaces' by a 'secret sense
'In the unceasing drama carried by Time'
That are 'Inaudible to our deaf mortal ears'..
'All was revealed there none can here express; '
'The kings of evil and the kings of good'
'Battled for his soul as for a costly prize'
'It was a region of wonder and delight..'where world was not'
And the king 'looked beyond into a nameless vast.'
'There unity is too close for search and clasp'
'And oneness is the soul of multitude.'
And isn't that oneness every human looking for
Despite sky-high desirous sufferings...
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
poem by Indira Renganathan
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On This Night
(McDonaldHarrisChiaravalle)
In a world of no hope
A light will shine brightly
That all men might know
The meaning of mercy and of
Love beyond all love
The peace that rests the soul
The heart will open
And search no more
[Chorus:]
Behold I bring you tidings
Tidings of great joy
The world has found it's answer
In a child that's born
On this night
Sing out across the seas
Cry out from the mountains
The son of man is born
So sing of his mercy and his
Peace beyond all peace
The king of kings has come
(let) every heart surrender
Every soul reborn
[Chorus]
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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King Of Somewhere Hot
King of somewhere hot
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter, robert greenidge
1988
Robert greenidge and ralph macdonald finally got me to trinidad and when I heard the desperados playing my song up on laventhill I felt like a king and it was hot.
Ive travelled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
None can really quite compare
To my island in the sea
My personal utopia
A place to run to where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
Somewhere fresh and clean where a man can dream
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And Ill melt right on the spot
Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
Now you just rent yourself a tile and dance the night away
Just like the locals do
A million miles from robin leach, life is just a beach
So far out of reach
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And Ill melt right on the spot
Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
So hot!
(pan solo)
Some day I hope to find my queen I know shell come my way
Ill give her all my love
Its not a complicated thing someplace I can swing
Where a man can be a king
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I dont care how hard you look (dont care how hard you look)
Ooh you wont find me in the book (wont find me in the book)
cause Im here right on the spot
Oh! Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
Hot to trot
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
(king of somewhere hot)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Love Energy...
I don't believe in distances
I don't believe in spaces
I don't believe in time
I don't believe in borders
cause All I believe
Is in the energy
The energy that transforms
The energy that creates
The energy that projects
The energy that rises
And bring us togather
Cause since I meet you
I become into the Love Energy
fluiding on my veins
giving a reason to my existence
Turning my monotomy
into the Illusion of be loved
And getting us closer
to posses you
from my soul,
from my body,
from my heart...
cause everything I just can say
is that I Love You!
poem by Vilma Xelin
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I Respect Them
I respect them though the last post for them will not be played
And never in their honour will there be a parade
And yet their anthem for peace to my ears sounds so sweet
Those peace loving peace marchers who walk along the street.
They march on in their thousands up to the City Square
Their dream is for a peaceful World a common goal they share
And yet in their honour never a peace memorial day
The people who glorify war always seem to have their way.
Not seen as heroines or heroes medals they don't have to show
And few of their life stories would wish to read or know
They only wish to make peace with those known as the foe
And from their efforts only the flower of peace can grow.
Unsung heroes and heroines is how they seem to me
They only march for a better life and a World of war that's free
They only wish to send some positive energy in the balmy evening air
To the negative and lesser enlightened in the bigger World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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