Tale of two cities
In single second they were no more
Death had taken their toll and devastated more
Humanity cried and world grieved little more
Can we dream about it in future any more?
No sensible person may prefer to answer
No nations may love to involve any more
The consequences are before us to judge
Still some more information is yet to be divulged
World never knew about man made holocaust
Who has measured the loss it had cost?
Many war lords had enjoyed drink that night
Whole world was stunned and switched off the light
War might have come to an end
But wounds were never to be healed
We have not forgotten it yet
Resolve by heart not to repeat as it is still not late
We may want control over whole globe
We may not fear about inquiry or any probe
Yet millions of death may certainly curse you
When you may have to face the ordeals and go through
Those war clouds are not yet over
Many trigger happy countries are searching cover
Africans are killing their own brethrens
Middle East is slowly eaten away by chickens
Who cares for moral right and freedom for individuals?
When we are not aware of our rights and take it as casual
Why can't we put our house in order first then look around?
Poverty, misery, loot, plunders and famine is everywhere to be found
When have we won any war on earth?
Where have we provided them happiness and health?
Children die of malnutrition and elders of hunger
Where can we go and look for to express our anger?
Drop such a bomb that can take away ills
Develop weapon than can offer death at will
Harvest such kind of crop that can feed entire universe
Then there won't be any need to weep and offer curse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I cried whole night
I cried whole night for world peace in east
It was just before dropping of nuclear bomb with holocaust
Millions perished in just few seconds
Never to be seen on face of earth with tragic end
My tears had not dried up and world was again threatened
Millions were rooted from their forefather's homeland
I took deep breathe as it was for time being averted
Normalcy was restored and for time being peace zone was converted
Those deadly weapons of mass destruction are not of old memory
Everybody may shiver with slight occurrence and feel sorry
Wars are not happy occasions to celebrate with joy
Nation in particular and world at large has some army to deploy
I cry in corner for war orphans, destitute and killed
They were bread earner and in real sense skilled
Who will go and wipe their tears with few kind words?
I fear no one will as it is the wish of trigger happy war lords
World's larges democratic country was sent with shock waves
Who knows how many really were buried alive or lost lives?
As mother earth I tested human blood on my surface
As if I was oozing red tears with no strength to face
Let war be taking place at any side of globe
I am the only sufferer to grieve the loss and sob
I feel my children are annihilated for no fault of their crimes
Why can't you all draw some kind of safety lines?
You all assure me about not shedding a blood
Instead, wage a war on creating enough food
Feed all those hungry mouth now dying without source
Divert all destructive means to create strong peaceful force
I dream about complete universe with no violence
Not a skirmish even on boundaries with slight chance
Let people of whole world come out from their old mentality
I may then only be at ease with peace in totality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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In A Fair World
I cannot empathize with the poor since I'm not in poverty
And I can only imagine how miserable life must be
For those who go to sleep hungry they live with death each day
In a fair World this would not be it would be fair to say.
In a fair World this would not be but all in life's not fair
And thousands are in poverty for every millionaire
In third World Countries every year millions of hunger die
The crops don't grow in rain starved lands, the parched earth far too dry.
In a fair World there would be enough food to go around
And not one hungry person in the whole World to be found
But there is only hunger where poverty reside
And the gap between the haves and have nots has never been so wide.
In a fair World there would not be want and need and very little crime
But the social gap keeps widening despite the march of time
And I who have never lived in the slums or in a third World Land
What it feels like to be really poor could never understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Children's Care
'Worry not, we are safe and alive'
Thank god world has come to relive'
To the expectation and to rescue the children
World over for nourishment and care even
Millions of children live without proper food
That basic need was not estimated or understood
Some of the parts in world still lack preliminary care
Yet many areas have been provided with cover and perform better
Many quarters claim children as an asset and future
For the countries and world at large for sure
They are the custodians and backbone life line
We expect them to take on with the task left behind
Some of the countries lack means and sources
They have no back up and solid economic base
As result, many areas go under famine belt
Basis need is understood well and genuinely felt
The birth rate is improving but not at satisfactory level
We have yet to come up fairly even with that of medical
Lot of basic drugs is to be provided free to needy
Many countries are not equipped well to cope with or are ready
Overall improvement is noticed in many countries
Lots of centers have come up with the help of missionaries
Many more organizations are stepping in with challenges
The children front is now well organized and managed
As the garden may have different kind of flowers
Not all the flowers may blossom after rainy showers
Yet we have sacred duty to see that they come up naturally
Their death ratio is reduced and should not go up unexpectedly
Let us celebrate children day as an important event
Any country may want or need overall improvement
Whether in the field of health, wealth or economic progress
The fate of the country may be reflected on children's face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Misery
children all over the world in poverty, hunger and misery.
is this the way it's supposed to be?
is this the reason they were brought into this world?
is this what you want to see for your little boy and girl
as adults can't we see-we have to stop this hunger and misery.
god has given us the power to concieve
so let us set our children free.
free of what we have created-poverty, hunger and hatred.
let us work to become as one
let our children see the sun
for right now their world is in a dark mist
with not a flicker of light to be found.
their hopes torn to the ground..
there has to be a place to start.
search your heart-search your mind
the answer is within our grasp
it is something that has to last.
poem by Louis Rams
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Hidden Depth
I had nothing to hide
The discontentment was becoming wide
It had hidden depth
I failed to go with its length
It was like sea calm water
Nothing seemed apparent or amounted to alter
There was something like hidden treasure
All illusory things lying under without any measure
Life has become as such for want of happiness
That can’t be really visible or reflected on face
It may grow not out of fear or anger
It is like volcano rising with hunger
The natural disasters are meant to convey divine signals
It is indication of wrath and certainly to pounce upon arrival
What are we braced up to face and challenge?
Unless we are prepared to adopt some changes
It has shaken very foundation of faith
People are driven away and pushed to death
Robbery, loots and murders are daily scenes
Such a rage or anger is never faced or seen
We are harboring ill will and hatred
Where is it going us to lead?
Will it rush us to gallows?
Do we want it to allow?
Let us not wait for any religious preaching
Same books may offer universal teachings
Pick any page from it and it may offer only world
Love thy children with compassion and do not turn cold
It is yet not late
Do not curse anybody or hate
We may turn wild anytime
But can turn compassionate sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Speak Out…
Shout! Speak out against all types of wars.
Reject the referendum, that's a farce, a joke,
A small band-aid on a wound; that's all smoke.
Speak out against the criminal dictators,
Who are bombarding their own blood,
And killing countless babies, children,
Elders, women, and very sick men.
The people need food, neither death nor mud.
Denounce the lies, the crimes and the hypocrisies.
Let the traitors know that the whole universe
Is watching and taking notes of their atrocities.
The world saw the mass graves and witnessed diverse
Other criminal and egregious acts being perpetrated
On the defenseless civilians. The flood
Of blood is everywhere; the miseries,
The hunger, the sufferings and the hatred
Environments touch the ultimate priorities.
The whole world must speak out and shout
In unison: enough is enough, enough is enough.
Stop all violence; stop the pain and the slaughter.
Let's all protest, speak out and be tough.
Let's support, encourage and honor
Friendly nations, who stand for genuine Peace
And stability throughout the five continents,
And specifically in the ever more chaotic Middle East.
Let's stand against countries where corruption, hunger,
Famine, drought and injustice serve as ingredients
Of malediction and endemic terror.
Have no fear; speak out against the evil elements.
Shout! Speak out against religious wars,
Civil wars, ethnic wars, criminal wars
Illegal wars and all categories of wars.
War is hell, war is diabolic, and war is evil.
Never stop speaking out. Let's be civil
For humanity's sake, stop the violence.
Stop, stop bombarding the innocent civilians.
Respect their human rights and their dignity.
Let's speak out and protect Freedom and Liberty.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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The Dream Calling
Sitting at home watching t. v.
When I felt as if someone was behind me.
I turned around but there was no one there
Then I felt a cold chill in the air.
Since I believe in life after death
On a spirit I did bet.
Softly I said: if you’re good you can stay
And if you’re bad -go away.
I made the sign of the cross as I was taught
The feeling got stronger as it stayed and fought.
What is it that you want from me?
A candle of light to set you free?
I felt something touch my right arm.
And as quick as it came, it was gone.
So I lit a candle that very night
And told the spirit: “here is your light”.
If there is a message you have to give to me
In my sleep, my mind will be free.
So I said my prayers and went to sleep
And in my dream I saw the feet.
My eyes traveled upwards to see a face
For it was a woman dressed in white frills and lace.
A mist covered her face where I could not see
But there was a halo around her head
In silver, gold, and red.
She had her hands outstretched as if beckoning me.
I felt fear entering my mind
Like a person who had just gone blind.
“ you are to be a messenger for me! ”
As you can see, this world is already
Going back to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah.
All values have been lost, and religion has been tossed.
The days of child slavery don’t seem to end.
Prostitution has become a trend.
Hunger, poverty, war, and hate
We must try to save mankind before it’s too late.
Words are the strongest weapon known to man
So you as poets, must take a stand.
Write about all that you hear and see
So that the future children could be free.
Write about war and destruction that is left behind
For this world is running out of time.
I awoke from this dream in a cold sweat
And a fear in my heart
For this would be an apocalypse start.
Evil would be destroyed, but at what price
Must humanity pay.
He is giving us the answer, if we listen and pray.
poem by Louis Rams
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There’s Always a Dawn
There were spears
There were swords
Made for hunting
Not war
Yet with it, from the blood of the innocent will create a new dawn
But war came
Great battles and fights
Many dead
Few still alive
To face the never ending dawn
A new world made
By the people who were left
Conquerors and Defeated
United in one land
A new dawn created with the help of man
The one land changed
More wars began
Famine and disease
Grew a part of that
But the dawn still remained
It was after these wars that history began
Written by the victors about
The defeated
The damned
The dawn was never mentioned- forgotten
These people
The defeated left the land
In search for a new home
Away from the wars
Searching forever for a new dawn
Perhaps they were wise
To leave with such haste
For the empire they once knew
Began to break
The dawn now remembered- the people prayed
The empire broke
The great kingdom now gone
In its place a new world just like the dawn
Still life in the world went on and on
Yet the dawn was still worshiped- never forgotten
The years past
More wars began
Countries discovered
New weapons for man
The promise man made- left to die
Centuries turned
Discoveries made
Technology found
Diseases dead
Still on and on the dawn survives
But for every technology there’s always a weapon
For every discovery there’s always a second
With one disease dead more still arrive
And with every new day a new world is created
Though the dawn still remained
So the world keeps turning
In the dark and light
For every bad thing
There’s always a light
In the dawn
In war it is Peace
In death it is Life
In disease it is the Cures
In the world it is Hope
Disguised as the dawn
Hope keeps us going
Through the bad it is strength
To do what is right, To help the world
In the light it shines, shines for the future, a brighter day
A new dawn
The earth might be in darkness
With a shadow on its edge
Waiting to consume
Till the universe is dead
The dawn still remains
But still the world keeps turning
Like the never ending dawn
Time is forever
And the universe survives
Because of the dawn
It might seem the end
Of the world that we know
But at the end of a day
There’s always mans hope
There’s always a dawn
poem by Carrie Halliday
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Arab Uprisings And The World
The Arab nations are falling one by one
Some protestors may not see the setting sun.
Civil unrest is becoming world wide
It’s time for all nations to open their eyes.
The middle east and Europe where many religions began
People are questioning their nations and taking a stand.
New minds will rise from this destruction and pain
For this world has so much to gain.
A fresh pair of eyes can see what’s ahead
While an old pair of eyes should be put to bed.
We have corporate C.E.O.’s forty and under.
Doesn’t that make you wonder?
Each generation has a time and era in which they live
And during those times they have so much to give.
Watch the world and listen to the news
It is the people who must choose.
The uprisings are starting and we’re seeing it day to day
The lord has been giving us signs
But we just turned away.
Now the uprisings have started in the middle east
And they are realizing that all they want is peace.
Men, women, and children are now joining as one
They will no longer live under the terrorist gun.
Protesters are gathering and marching down the streets
But men are still dying as the women begin to weep.
Women are tired of seeing their children and husbands die.
Because with the government they no longer see eye to eye.
Governments are being toppled- they’re falling to the ground
The voices of equality and freedom Is now the battle sound.
The voices are now spreading to the countries in the middle east
And it will keep on going- “you know it will not cease.”
Just a thought instilled in the brain of man
And they will make the changes.
They’ll do all they can.
They are tired of seeing death,
destruction, misery, and poverty.
An LIBYA’S khadaffi is being pushed out of power
It is down to the final hour.
poem by Louis Rams
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Not A New İdea
It is not a new idea or concept
It was most appreciated one and secretly kept
As a powerful weapon in the time of crisis
So much can be said and laid the emphasis
Not a one religion may say to be intolerant
From their teachings and verses it is apparent
No one has dared to violate it with adverse comment
It is considered as sin for later age to repent
Entire universe is created with divine consent
There may be many objects with different contents
Each with full promise of live and let others live
This is agreed upon and we all tend to believe
It is His world and we are just emissary
We all take complete care and consider it necessary
This gives rise to the principle of tolerance
For years together it has maintained its essence
Have we not seen the result intolerance?
Bloodbath all over with situation very tense
Human lives lost for no significant gain
All those precious years have gone into vain
God sent many prophets, messiahs and messengers
They presented smiling world with no anger
What did they want to see in troubled world?
Peace and harmony with love to be practiced and told
How much land can you control?
How much will it demand as toll?
Colossal waste with immense loss of human lives
Or no worthy place to be enjoyed and relived
We can’t shape entire globe as per our choice
How can as god’s children we can suppress the voice?
Let them live and shape their own life with destiny
How will it affect the culture and religions of many?
There is need for overhaul change in thoughts
The barbaric wars are unnecessarily fought
No one has gained from innocent’s blood
In both the ways they have to face death and starve for food
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Had a Dream
Once, I had a dream
A dream I was sure I could achieve
A dream I was certain just a step ahead me
A dream I was faithfully beleive
Once, I had a dream
Dream of become a person like I admire most
Dream of become a person I knew I would be
Dream of become that kind of person
That dream create a world
A world where I revolved around it
Consume my existence
Strap me unconsciously
Yet willingly I trussed myself there
Until slowly
The dream die down
It vanished into thin air
The world cast out me
It eaten my soul alive
Where should I stand right now?
What should I do from now?
Who would revoke me from this emptiness?
When will this wound won’t bleed anymore?
Why me?
To this day
I still searching for the answer
To this day
The wound still hurts
To this day
I still have a slight of hope
That my dreams will come true
(MyLunar/040611)
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Final adieu, Jackson
Final adieu Jackson
Our heart felt so much sadness to offer you colorful wreath,
We were all soaked with tears on your death,
Heart beats witnessed rise and fall and stopped to breathe
Millions cried all over but there was nobody to soothe,
Oh, legandry figure and king of pope
We had high regard and high hope,
You had excellence and found arts to rope,
Sadness, happiness and misery were ready to cope,
You crated music which was eternal in essence
Sentiments ran high and you lived with elegance
Music, concerts and program made you always tense,
Your message of Life couldn’t be delivered in any sentence,
World really faced from music starvation and alienation,
Music was dying out and there was no more innovation,
You came on earth to offer new creations,
Couples and fans world over enjoyed with recreations
It was dimensional path with new direction
Live shows all over and dance in action,
Feet were playing game by creating lovely melody,
New soul was breathing and dancing the whole body,
You were true to cause and worthy Jackson
Truly wedded to your profession and worthy son,
What did you gain in your entire stay,
Lived self in exile or isolation and kept far away,
You suffered for the cause pf humanity and mankind
People fooled you and cheated with gesture unkind
You faced them one by one and didn’t mind,
You remained liberal at hear and too mild
We were not at your death bed side
You breathed last and we could not hide
It was our deepest regard for you as kind soul
How could we smell in you as any foul?
We could not witness your last funeral,
Millions may watch your final inaugural,
we wish our words to reach in your ear,
Memory will cherish for coming many years
How could you be taken away in this way?
We had so much hope and waited for bright ray
You were sign of emerging as bright star
You will be twinkling in sky very far
,
We have lost our dearest and worthy son,
Respect and regard high for no other reason,
World may change and so also the seasons,
Music of eternal peace will remain for all persons,
You may still rule the scene for many generations
To occupy your place or throne is out of question
You lived so short among us and bade farewell
We have cried for you to pray” stay always well”
Our heart felt condolences to the millions of lovers all over the world for bidding final good bye. Long live kind pope of music.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lucifer Wages Rebellion Wars: Rules A Mud World
a world of historical mysteries
a world of hidden mysteries
a world of political mysteries
a world of conspiracy fact
never in my lifetime
could I ever truthfully say
the land was without war
many wars exist continually
somewhere in various locations
shifting across chess board earth
symbolically in lost Eden
in a state of lost paradise
in a state of bodily perfection
in a measure of favoured land
in a measure of favoured time
chosen land existed without war
before Adam and Eve were expelled
before the land before them was cursed
in their expelled wanderings into cursed world
before this Lucifer had already been expelled
before this Lucifer was within lunar orbit bound
Lucifer waging rebellion wars rules a mud world
raging like a roaring lion seeking souls to bind
death is individual
death is soul specific
death claims communities nations
wages of sin are death?
death claims all sinners?
death claims all earth born souls?
yet symbolically
what will the death
of the globe be?
a revelation of pestilence, hunger, famine?
as under global warming storms our crops erode?
death fire hunger famine signs of Lucifer’s rebellion war?
contrast is the blessing
of innocence fallen curse of greed
as resources are coveted by war
diplomacy by other means?
diplomacy by might is right means?
diplomacy by bully in sand pit playgrounds?
life is a world poem
posing many questions
in language reminding of the psalms?
milk and honey of peace
destruction of civilizations
devoted to conquest
by dominance and war?
the meek marked in lambs’ blood
shall resurrection inherit the earth
beasts marked earn hellfire damnation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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Both Feet
Do not curse the deaf or,
Put a stumbling block in front of the blind!
But the fool does not understand this and,
This world has seen much of its mistakes.
The fathers shall not be put to death because of their children,
Nor shall the children be put to death because of their fathers!
For, a person must be put to death of his or her own sins.
Watch your steps! !
For there is life in the blood!
And a judge must not show pity to the guilty.
Do not harden your heart when the truth comes to you,
For the fool tests the depth of the water with both feet;
And this world is all that we have to learn from.
Muse, moose, mouse!
Anyone who says you can't see a thought simple doesn't know Art;
For you now have both feet in the water and,
You can easily be drawn!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Long Forgotten Journey
Long Forgotten Journey
By: Adam M. Snow
What am I, that is no longer,
Lost in stormy seas unchanged,
But one weak as I now stronger,
Curse to walk this world deranged,
And I, alone yet not alone,
With but my love to atone.
I despite what I have become,
I condemn myself to death,
Henceforth to why I am numb,
And to why, I give my dying breath.
One to rise yet one to fall,
And on this morrow, I give my all.
Must this be but a journey within oneself,
A journey that was once long forgotten,
So that I may find myself,
For I in earth am rotten,
But I struggle with all devotion,
Blinded by my single emotion,
I wander for greater purpose,
In a world departed from oneself,
I found myself in Jesus,
And through him, I healed myself.
Must this be fate, that I no longer lost,
Twas the blood of lamb that be the cost.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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That Millions Do Live In Poverty
That millions do live in poverty should never be seen as okay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps getting bigger by the day
Everyone should have the chance to live happy a home to live in and enough for to eat
There never should be slums and ghettos and never a poverty street,
That millions are born to live in poverty and to end their hard lives in despair
Only tells us if there's a god that god favours the wealthy and that god is not very fair
To leave millions homeless and dying of malnutrition the people condemned to die poor and young
In the refugee camps of the World live the displaced, the poor and unsung,
In the age of celebrity worship the poor in millions multiply
Why millions are destined to be poor don't ask me I wouldn't know why
Even in the World's wealthiest Countries poor people are no longer rare
And millions and millions of have nots in the bigger World out there
And millions are dying of hunger and millions are doing it tough
And millions are displaced and homeless and as refugees living it rough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To They Who Are Hauted By The Spectre Of Death
Do not fear death because death is not to be feared.Death is the bride of every household therefore welcome her with open arms.Death is inevitable therefore do not deny yourself the pleasure of having a nice time while you're still alive.Death is a stage through which all of us must pass.Death is necessary and this old life would be very boring if we would all live forever.Accept the inevitability of death and die gratefully with less worry lines on your death mask, There are no worries in the other world and over there they offer you virgins to pamper you to compensate for your undeserved suffering in this world.Therefore be willing to die young and have a good looking corpse
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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