On capital punishment
Oh! New theory on capital punishment
Condone the sentence and never express vent
It is the right for human being to change
In a cell to repent and pass the age
Very sensible argument but finds no favor
A person has killed innocents for his contact’s honor
It is sacred pledge for misplaced conception
Ruthless dealing with precise execution
What a joy to celebrate with scattered bodies all over!
Panic is created and game plan is over
Many organizations may come forward to their rescue and defend
No mercy or feeling for those killed and only sentiments to offend
“Killing recklessly is no crime against humanity” they politely interpret
It may be temporary rage and excitement so later on only to regret
Once more chance to live long under false pretext
Sentences are read mechanically as prepared text
Few bucks play the trick and tears rule the scene
Leaders come, console and promise the severe punishment to be seen
All lost within few days as dust settles down
The fate of culprits remain completely unknown
Nation bleeds to its last drop
No one comes forward with stern hand to stop
All weigh and watch pro and cons
Money and help readily extended by dons
Judiciary takes longer route
Politicians argue in favor with whatever does suit
Long battles for execution even after judiciary pronounced
Oh! God how a life can be taken even if it is announced
We are human and care for murders even
Wish for their welfare and pray for seat in heaven
We die here every moment amidst fear
Pain an agony is firm remedy for us to bear
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No Lessons Learned
Death for causing death
You can't be lenient
A cold blooded slayer
Deserves capital punishment.
He snuffed out a life
With no hint of remorse
Extinguishing his life
Remains the only course.
He killed one
Still in its bud
Justice must be done
It bays for his blood.
The law takes its course
To the gallows he's sent
There's is no remorse
He deserved capital punishment.
Did it happen again?
Killing of an innocent?
It was no lesson
The capital punishment!
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Death
Death is reality if not caused
Life is gone and paused
Heart is in grief and gripped with fear
Loose interest in life and pain you bear
Death is God’s creation
Must Gob back to Him after cremation?
No one must try to deprive a person
Of his life even if has a reason
Death is punishable crime with penalty
It is very rude form of cruelty
We are not here to take away life
It may be curse to somebody’s mother or wife
Gangster’s may consider and take it as game
They may murder it for getting cheap fame
Murderers may try to have their way
Simple hegemony to rule and have sway
Illiteracy and ignorance may create the scene
Poor and helpless may indulge and mostly seen
For paltry sum somebody may loose the soul
Temptation for money…………………..
Death should not be rewarded with death
Person should be condemned and invite wrath
Slain man should be offered respectful wreath
Convict should be given enough chance to live with
“Rarest of rare” is the term for punishment
Exemplary punishment is the answer to comment
“Live and let others live” should only be the slogan
No problem can be solved at the point of gun
Let death remain at the discretion of Lord
We have to just obey and follow his word
He may shorten the life or bless it with shower
We respect the dead with honour and flower
Life is to live full and not depart
It has to be utilized and not divided in part
Must be honoured and praised as best opportunity
Let us pray together with one voice as unity
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On The Sacredness Of Life
i watched and listened as the young
woman confronted the older woman
for her pro-life stance...
'i understand that you're pro-life,
and while i admire you for the intent
of your stance, i have a few questions...'
'go ahead, it's pretty cut and dried.
life is sacred from inception.'
'what life, or better, which lives? '
'all life! '
' well, let me ask you this...
did you vote for the man who sent
your son off to war?
a war in which he dropped the bombs
that killed hundreds of people,
many of who were women and children....
a war in which later his plane was shot down,
and he was killed?
did you vote for the man who voted to
cut off unemployment benefits,
to cut off medical care to the sick,
and the elderly?
do you change the channel any time
a commercial comes on showing starving
children in Africa?
are you in favor of capital punishment?
well, where do you draw the line? '
no answer!
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No worship for failure
We have come on earth
With fear of unavoidable death
Amidst hostile surrounding
In search of peace but not sounding
Intelligent as we are gifted
Position always change and shifted
It is nature's law and rule
Get killed or kill but don't look fool
We all know our inherent weaknesses
Everything is known and reflected on face
Yet we go on blindly for chase
Retention with bitter memory and to erase
We love to err and ask for apology
Smile amidst crisis and paint it as rosy
No other go except to stay on in the scene
Such wise animal like human is never seen
We have yet not fear
Pain and agony for us to fear
As sensible animal we cry
Sometimes bow the head and feel shy
Express regret and sincerely resent
God has granted reprieve and sent
All goes well with sincere admission
We forget sin and keep no retention
Believe it or not, we are yet best
Life is not a joke but real test
You will have to survive and excel
By hook or crook you have to do it well
No one may worship failure
You will have to make it sure
Love to live with whatever you have
Even if called animal, you can nicely behave
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Such arguments
How far we may go on buying such arguments?
Terrorists raise head and claim religious sentiments
We give free hand at the cost of poor soldiers
No one to shed tears for their life thereafter
Let their blood look no cheap
Let us pray for their soul to rest and weep
No one may be prepared lay down lives tomorrow
If it is made certain for life to throw
We repent nothing and news appear daily
The charm for life and dedication looks silly
How come young boys may come forward and show it really?
The nation owes much from us but who will now commit folly?
When motherland is not safe then why to talk of morality?
We know it is traded off for purchase of bad quality
Soldiers loose life for no fault of theirs but culprits at home
They are sitting in holy democratic temples but alas!
How can they say they are blameless and owe no explanation?
Poor people starve at home and these people go for artificial relation
At one side precious blood is shed and other side official functions
Diplomatic move of all kinds but no disappearance of tension
Robbers, murders and history sheeters adore holy place
Frame the rules to avoid prison and hot chase
Such rules have no place in modern history
These only causes tension, worries and misery
Parliament is not safe heaven even if they are sent as representatives
They are our custodians and meant for encouraging relatives
Once chosen is not permanent place to cheat the people
They are inviting wrath and unforeseen troubles
Strong judiciary must play a part
Let some big fishes go in jails as good start
Life ban for future participation as last resort
Nation awaits safe journey to reach at port
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Rare Gesture
Yes “Amineh” she was and so beautiful
My eyes became wet and tearful
When I saw her coming out of courtroom
There was powerful joy and no gloom
Her attacker was given sentence
Whole courtroom was tense
“Eye for an eye” court pronounced
Majid, the attacker was completely silenced
Amineh was really rose and attractive
No one dared to approach her to make submissive
She had her own way to live with joy
But Majid had ill wish at her to enjoy
When she was in street at night
The stars may twinkle at her sight
Such beautiful creation was having eclipse
Soon was to be destroyed his lovely face and lips
She refused to surrender at his request
That was only her fault to meet with rest
The blind man turned complete hostile
The acid was thrown on her face meanwhile
Her world darkened and lost the chance
To live with dram boy happily at once
Where will she go now and hide her face?
She was left behind with no future to trace
She died every moment to get justice
Majid got imprisonment with notice
Today the sentence was pronounced
“Eye for an eye” verdict was announced
Amineh watched the death shadow on his face
She wanted death fear to be seen in any case
The fear shadow completely silenced people
She thought for a while and sensed the trouble
“Why death for death” her soul revolted
She prayed for sentenced to be jolted
Lesser punishment for crime committed
Since the crime was in earnest proved and admitted
She had waited for this glorious day
Humanity at heart had not dragged her away
She left it to the almighty and wisdom
Such cases of generosity are heard seldom
Amineh.. Girls name.. Majid.. name… Recent case in Iran
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Just deserts
I’ve killed before and will again.
I kill for justice not for gain
So many criminals go free
because of their ability.
To hire a lawyer who will try
To make the truth appear a lie
So they escape just punishment.
Although it is self evident
That crafty legal argument
based on some ancient precedent
The merest technicality
persuades the judge to set them free
I’m not constrained by petty rules
and those that are I see as fools
I pursue justice ceaselessly
and do my duty faithfully
And those I deem deserve to die.
The punishment that I apply.
Is merely justice long delayed
I play the part that I have played.
That of the executioner
Or murderer if you prefer.
For many years without remorse
And I will carry on of course.
I’ve killed before and will again
As long as criminals obtain.
Immunity they don’t deserve
a fact I frequently observe.
In courts of law. Guilty men go free.
Blind justice can depend on me.
To disregard such foolishness
I am completely pitiless.
Though self appointed I redress
injustice with some small success.
I operate in secrecy
It is a prime necessity.
You do not need to know my name
I have no wish for worldly fame.
I take my duties seriously.
and that’s reward enough for me.
I rectify the courts mistakes
a little thought is all it takes.
Each guilty man the courts set free.
I’ll execute eventually.
But I must make it crystal clear
that innocents have naught to fear.
I only punish guilty men
before they can offend again.
Prevention is better than cure
I see no reason to endure.
Acquittals earned by lawyer’s lies.
I think a higher law applies.
If you transgress then you must pay.
There’s nothing more I need to say. http: //blog.myspace.com.poeticpiers
13/07/2009
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In Heaven
“The marriage is decided in heaven” legend goes on
Very holy, sacred one and totally unknown
No one knows when it will take place
It may turn into reality without any base
You need to whisper gently
Words must be spoken silently
Only eyes speak and tongue remain closed
Powerful thrust but feelings never disclosed
How can you invite when gripped with fear?
How long can you withstand and bear?
Some end must be put to an excitement
When it becomes known with the commitment
The bride walks behind in silence
The face looks bright and lines not tense
The Whole world is under the feet
When she may walk down to meet
It means a lot when hand is extended
All kind s words and not meant to bee offended
It is proposal with seriousness
Complete in agreement to remain together and face
I wish all happiness in new union
As it is time to express, show the trust to companion
Taken pledge not to commit any breach
As it will be long inning and widely stretched
It may be nice to think about future course
Care must be taken to see that it doesn’t turn into curse
No one may give helping hand in personal affairs
As it will be construed as improper and unfair
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Execution Day
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I cant even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin to rise
Ive heard it before n I know the truth from the lies
Chorus:
Is it any wonder heavens racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day
Execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Dont touch me now, wont let you crucify me
You aint no damn jury, you cant pass no sentence on me
(chorus)
Whose blood on whose hands, wheres the promises they preached for this land
Standin there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands
(whose blood, whose hands)
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin, I see the light, its breakin
Show me the way to set my soul free, I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day
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Only Regret
Look of beggars just frighten me
They have full right to stand anywhere they feel free
Not that they are deprived of some essentials
But not given anything to live honorably for survival
I blame no one but only regret
The right to livelihood is for all and be let
No religion teaches any one to be kept starved
Yet they are in pathetic condition and not saved
What do I feel when I find them in front of church?
Have I to enter holy place and make search?
If he was inside then whom did I see outside?
I keep mum with tears in eyes and merely confide
I hear long call from top of the loud speaker
It is worship call to ask blessing for all seekers
But what do I see and find on beggar’s face?
He is not for anything big but only small things in case
Basically I found no difference
It was pronounced different sentence
I was well gifted with something to pull
He was denied with favor and looked helpless and fool
I carried silently for plight and hunger
It was mixed with sympathy and anger
Why a person should beg instead of praying?
Stand before holy place for little saying
Nothing changes except few deaths
We console only after laying wreaths
Beggars do stand there and disappear
Yes unknown disgrace creates fear
I can be in same place tomorrow
What would I do to address it or follow?
I have no answer to address its roots
Pray for only grace to walk on foot
Ask mercy for not happening same with you
You will not have strong will to go through
Not same feeling may be shown towards
You only beg with on the name some words
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Is It Really Justice or Just Revenge?
Is capital punishment justice or is it revenge?
This is the question that I want to defend.
Is it really justice if you have to kill someone?
Or is the killing of a being just for your fun?
Is a murder really justified if the culprit spends less time in jail?
If so then it seems capital punishment is just easy bail.
They should be punished and not given an out of jail card,
All capital punishment is doing is spending money, cold and hard.
Wanting them to die doesn’t seem like justice but revenge?
It leaves blood on your hands when there life ends.
Life is full of trials and tribulations this is a must,
But if you kill a man then it won’t make life any more just.
Justice is using authority to give a fair decree,
But intended death to a being doesn’t seem fair to me.
Revenge is to satisfy in retaliation,
But death’s your one hit wonder, one satisfaction.
So I will always choose the criminals to defend,
Leaving you with your decision: justice or revenge?
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Who reigns supreme
Who reigns supreme and guide on earth?
Kind and merciful even though we are not worth,
HE loves his creation even they make wrong move,
Not to HIS expectation and conduct bad prove,
Life and death destined from day one,
Not a day more and not a less one,
Then how do we try and assume HIS role?
When life is like bubble then what can be goal?
No one is allowed to take away the life,
Not to cut throat with double edged knife,
You may resist attempt but still not threaten,
Always name on lips even bodily beaten,
Life is precious so need protection,
Hard, punitive and stringent steps for action,
But not beheading a person or put to death,
Such steps considered inhumane and against faith,
We may advocate person to be banished,
If not capital punishment but severely punished,
If life is taken away from him then he is finished,
Then role of creator is just completely diminished,
This is humble position but not to be demeaned,
It I shard to forget when murderer not condemned,
Perpetrators find heaven and arrange less fined,
Definition for crime needs more to be defined,
One more forces has emerged to halt human abuse,
Protection for human rights, even rules criminals refuse,
One innocent is spared at cost of hundred criminals,
Such is thought and well defined rationale,
Hanged to death punishment is rarest of rare,
None may resort to crime and not even dare,
It is not for the others not to rush and take care,
Criminals brought to book and innocents spare,
Human activists may raise hue and cry,
Even human bogey outrageously try,
Their roles not limited but yardstick must apply,
Ensure purpose not defeated when charges reply,
Heinous criminals, terrorists may pretend innocence,
Tutored and public opinion may crate nonsense,
Allegations and counter allegations defeat very essence,
Hold unto last amidst lies and truth absence
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A Human Body
Words and music by roger taylor
They were talking in whispers
In bear skins and fur
Captain scott and his heroes to be
To have laboured so long
To have made it this far
Ooh its been such a long ride
Ooh you know its been a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
There aint nobody gets out of this moonlight
Today is surprisingly fair
Oh oh oh oh woo woo
Weve got problems the lone ranger cant fix
The invisible man couldnt see
It takes a tough guy
To learn some new tricks
Ooh it takes such a long time
Ooh its been such a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
You know its been such a long while
Its been such a long while
Takes such a long time
It takes such a long time
Its been such a long way
Been such a long way
Its been such a long while
Been such a long while
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Its gonna be a long ride
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Real honesty
If you think of real honesty
If at all, then must be real blessings from almighty
No on has on these days to claim?
For we need not worry and blame
For anybody to die as honest man
I will be the first person as fan
For I know he might have undergone many ordeals
To look as if pure and real
He may certainly die secluded death
As such thing has never been witness on earth
There won’t be any crowd
To raise the banner and shout the slogans so loud
He may have no known circle
Who may any time create hurdle
He may be leading simple life in isolation
Not keeping in contact and maintaining relation
So on natural death no one to shed tears
No one to lament loss and express fears
As he was none to anyone and left nothing
People to have few words to comment for something
But if at all, we could express our feeling
Let us share what he did entire life as willing
Let his life be left alone for people to judge
We should bear no favor or regret under any rage
It is good on part of human being to slide a mud
As honest had to try and prove that he is not thug
Any path undertaken by him may any time boomerang
Vested people may take many courses and try to hang
Thank God humanity is still alive
People are not fool to believe
Even if one searches within honestly
He will never find an answer earnestly
neither are we sure of calling anybody as saint or sage (Mahatma (saint)
Nor we have any proof or standard to write them on page
Who, as on date, can we claim as spotless person?
If so, then you may have personal interest with dubious reasons
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To Hold and Handle
It had existed this before
It may also continue hereafter
Religion is the only means to be exploited
People's life and nation's fate is to related
Fanatics may be found even among moderates
They are found everywhere and openly support
Religion has now come to play a big role
Whether some one believes or not but it is real
Ask any one honestly and he will claim
No one may say I am human being first and shall remain
Not only shall that he boost to have sacred feeling
Proud to claim to be real fanatic and shall be willing
This may not be considered nice poem but may find favor
n changing world it has been claimed as honor
To uphold the identity aligned with religion
As it has been rooted deep in every region
We have tolerated enough under this context
Absorbed almost all as best as could
We are multi linguistic and multi religious
But efforts by others are on to destabilize it continuous
Only words don't suffice the need
Intelligentsias often act as link or feed
Fanatics are not as dangerous and propagandist
We only claim to be true tolerant and democratic
People jump in fray for simple excuse
They think narrowly and have different views
With religious point they may argue in favor
Where as the differences are in fact minor
Let us refrain from writing such articles
Favor with one and bias with another may land in trouble
We have got beautiful environment after great struggle
We should now be mature enough to hold and handle
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They Won't Want To Go Back
While we live our lives as best as we can,
There are those who couldn't care less,
The criminal fraternity do what they like,
We're left to pick up the mess.
Soft justice favours the criminals,
While the victims are the ones left to rot,
To turn the tide the other way,
A hard lesson needs to be taught.
Take the murderers they don't give a damn,
Jail for them doesn't hold any fears,
Three square a day free drugs and no rent,
Then back out in just a few years.
There are those who advocate killing us all,
Yet these terrorists are now cowering in fear,
Saying please don't send us to the U.S.of A.
We'd much rather do our time here.
The rapists and thief's who couldn't care less,
They'll do it day in and day out,
They show no remorse for their victims,
Then ask what are we all about.
If they mug an old man or a women,
Which results in their violent demise,
They will not be charged with their murder,
For their lawyers make out it's all lies.
We are now running scared of the criminals,
The do gooders have them in their sights,
There's money galore to be made from these thugs,
It's the innocents who have no human rights.
Society now favours the criminal,
They're much better off than us,
When we ask why there's no retribution,
We're told to stop making a fuss.
They now live in five star prisons,
We want more is what their lawyers shout,
The more we give them the more they demand,
No wonder they don't want to come out.
Soon they'll be appealing their sentences,
Telling us we need to be tough,
They're enjoying prison life so much,
Their sentences are not long enough.
The do good brigade fall over themselves,
Criminals aren't bad they'd have you believe,
While criminals make them lots of money,
They'll continue living to deceive.
These poor souls need everyone's sympathy,
For their crimes they are never to blame,
This attitude is why they don't give a damn,
Then go out and do more of the same.
They tell you they had a bad childhood,
They were given a really hard time,
The hardships they've had to endure in their life
Is why they were drawn into crime?
They wouldn't know a hard time if it hit them,
But they're brainwashed that's what to believe,
They've wanted for nothing all of their lives,
Yet the victims are the ones left to grieve.
There are people who've fought in bloody wars,
Those who have worked all their days,
They had rationing and living with nothing,
They were never part of the criminal craze.
It's now time to get tough with these scumbags,
Soft soaping them is one major gaffe,
If they knew they'd be properly punished,
They wouldn't be so quick to laugh.
They need to know that when they're caught,
Their punishment will be severe,
No remission or an easy life,
That must be made crystal clear.
They must pay all their own legal fees,
That will stop their endless appeals,
No drugs or mobiles, no satellite T.V.
Fed with the most basic of meals.
One hundred years for murder,
No mercy or any parole,
They'll endure hard labour until they are dead,
There'll be no repose of their soul.
Trafficking drugs you'll be jailed for life,
You can't say you were being led,
You're responsible for your own actions,
You've created the walking dead.
Raping, burglary and knife crime,
Will be treated in much the same way,
If you're willing to commit the offence,
Incarceration is the price you will pay.
Paedophiles are truly a breed apart,
For them no mercy should be shown,
They must rot in jail until they are dead,
Punished for the seeds they have sown.
When they learn we mean what we're saying,
They'll beg us to cut them some slack,
When our prisons become a deterrent,
you can bet,
‘' They Won't Want To Go Back ‘'
Acid Test
Are we not becoming intolerant society?
Gruesome murders, riots stabbing –all in different varieties?
May be it has become part of our life and necessities
Everybody wants to capitalize and understands its futility
On the name of religion, we simply kill each other
Humanity on run and no one takes care or bother
Shame, hatred curse all have taken front seat
No regrets on face – see face to face and sit
What makes it so difficult to meet each other?
Have we gone berserk and unnecessarily differ
Have we nothing new to see and offer?
Why unpleasant things in life to utter?
We may not find answer to this or solution
We have no means to for evaluation
Morality is no where and has lost the ground
Near is near miss and no whereto be found
We can’t tolerate the well being of others
Frustration and worries all that bothers us
We don’t find ways to satisfy ourselves
We talk different and abnormally behave
Thousands are killed in day light scene
Flash with bodies scattered and all over seen
May be we still don’t need peace or respite
Nature has turned blind eye on us to ignite
Have we gone crazy over the issues?
Does humanity demand no dues?
Are we in state of shock and despair?
Can we not build trust or repair?
Will this not stop in days to come?
Will our efforts fail and or are not welcome?
Do we need complete annihilation from surface?
Is it right path or we call it mad race?
With so much bitterness, kill or get killed
Traitors and terrorists get rejoice and thrilled
Innocents and passers by face the wrath
Meet with ugly fate in the form of death
Is ethnic cleansing only way out?
Is it not the challenge and we face the rout?
What is all this nonsense and war talk about?
Why do we face unseasonal rain and drought?
Are we not wholly to be blamed?
Bloodbath in the name of peace claimed
Still many more lives may be lost
No solution in sight despite staggering cost
Take it for granted humanity may survive
Existence with harmony and peace may revive
It may incur losses with constant unrest
Time is essence but powerful acid test
We may love to live to endure
All best efforts to strengthen and secure
Make it worthy as our best future
Our future generation may have happy tenure
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Step Up! ! ! !
can't believe you tell me it not up to you,
don't you know i wouldn't be in this mess,
if only it wasn't for you,
i have try and not place blame,
for the things i can no longer change,
but, help me along the way,
this is your fight as well as mine,
step up!
i had to even though i never wanted to,
there comes a day in our lives,
where we have to grow up and accept life challenges,
when are you going to face yours?
i'm doing all that i can,
just to keep moving forward,
so don't stop me now,
because you see me,
i don't back down from a fight,
i just say bring it! !
i know what i deserve,
and this here is not it,
i deserve better not get toss aside like yesterday trash,
i'm a human being with feeling,
my feeling don't rule me,
so don't think you're going to rule me,
i have a brain,
you want to know what it is telling me?
i rule my life not you,
i say when i had enough,
i will not let fear get the best of me,
just because it gotten the best of you,
because that just not who i am anymore.
4-16-09
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Can Canadians Do It Oct 25th,2012
CAN CANADIANS DO IT? Oct 25th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Where do we get politicians with their feet on the ground?
Who think Canadian and are not completely party bound.
Who think death with dignity and not the abortion clinic,
Politicians we can believe in and is not the usual cynic.
Because they're into human rights and Trudeau's constitution,
And no capital punishment, lethal-injection or execution,
Soft judges and parole boards that almost empty the jails,
Or any left-wing ideas, notions or rules that prevail.
And then it gets worse because media moguls think it's great,
Or a new drug-addict Insite free clinic without much debate,
Where judges are appointed from very secret lists,
Governor generals too so our new aristocrats persist.
Oct 25th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Kidnap
Kidnapping is clean and neat business,
No money crunch and easy access,
Lavish spending, comforts and always recess,
No control, no duty and no more tax or cess,
It is thriving and lucrative industry,
Always success and remain as mystery,
Nothing can be traced and create history,
All rumors in air and emerging new story,
Reflection of sick and criminal mind,
Always destruction and new ideas find,
Killing, if necessary and no attitude kind,
Shifting the tactics and business easily wind,
No fund, no premises or building required,
All goons and culprits easily acquired,
Only execution need meticulous planning,
Loot, rob and escape with easy running,
Only ransom not will send shivering and chill,
Fear may run high with utter worry of bill,
Get full money at pre- decided place,
Plan to live then in good and big palace,
All is done with blessings and favour,
Easy money to be spend on luxury and glamour,
No fear for life or to be killed in counter,
So long luck not run out, play as hunter,
Easy money, easy kill and easy end,
Reward money on head as squads send,
Easy pardon if surrender and ways mend,
People have chosen path with leaning or trend,
Public outrage and anger come at fore,
Orgy of violence and loot not seen before,
Not coming to end this sordid affair,
Continues it with blessings and flair
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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