Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
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Eid mubarak
“Eid Mubarak” chanting slogan today
Wishes from heart to shed the differences away
Remember those sacrifices made by disciples
Giving away life for sacred principles
“Islam” is pure for Pak* people
Make them strong and capable
Same faith with unshaken belief
To get relieved from pain and have relief
It is sacrifice day and something to remember]
Be a part of true aspect and staunch member
Complete faith in one God and trust the almighty
He has everything to shower and show the mercy
Let us celebrate it with strong resolve
Greet the people and extend love
Let us not make people suffer more
The time has come together therefore
Aim is one and path is same
Why then curse humanity and blame?
Pray almighty to give courage and fight injustice
Love and brotherhood is the only way to suffice
Forget not He loves only those!
Who stand fast, pray and repose
Trust and confidence in system created
Blessed equally and cordially related
See Him in smiling faces
Read the language and forget the races
Love in universal and can be read easily
Life is only means to spend it happily
I wish all my brethrens to stand fast
Enjoy the feasts and donate at last
Millions may express happiness and offer blessings
Never hurt any one and san the killings
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Eid Mubarak today
“Eid Mubarak” chanting slogan today
Wishes from heart to shed the differences away
Remember those sacrifices made by disciples
Giving away life for sacred principles
“Islam” is pure for Pak* people
Make them strong and capable
Same faith with unshaken belief
To get relieved from pain and have relief
It is sacrifice day and something to remember]
Be a part of true aspect and staunch member
Complete faith in one God and trust the almighty
He has everything to shower and show the mercy
Let us celebrate it with strong resolve
Greet the people and extend love
Let us not make people suffer more
The time has come together therefore
Aim is one and path is same
Why then curse humanity and blame?
Pray almighty to give courage and fight injustice
Love and brotherhood is the only way to suffice
Forget not He loves only those!
Who stand fast, pray and repose
Trust and confidence in system created
Blessed equally and cordially related
See Him in smiling faces
Read the language and forget the races
Love in universal and can be read easily
Life is only means to spend it happily
I wish all my brethrens to stand fast
Enjoy the feasts and donate at last
Millions may express happiness and offer blessings
Never hurt any one and san the killings
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
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In Many Ways
Of elite athletes, celebrities and the rich and famous the praises you will hear so many sing
But they are mortals they don't live forever for human life is a temporary thing
All I ask of life is to be happy just for the remainder of my life span
It would be nice to grow old free of sadness and die painless in my sleep a happy man
In many ways I do feel very lucky when my lot in life with others I compare
So many people poor, hungry and Homeless and Stateless in the bigger World out there
What they would give to be lucky as I am at least I have a roof above my head
So many poor and hungry and sad people who sad to say feel envious of the dead
So many poor people in refugee camps they are the people of no fixed abode
The victims of Warlords and droughts and famines their life journey has been a hard old road
'Tis sad to think of the sadness all around us the Homeless children of poverty street
Who search in rubbish bins in the dark alleys for food that others have refused to eat
In many ways I do feel very lucky so many people far worse off than me
In the bigger World out there much want and sadness and many people live in poverty.
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Closely guarded
It is closely guarded secret
Thought should not be allowed to let
At improper time and place be
At what ever the case may be
I would not claim it to be God gift
You made little change and shift
You are now on some other plot
The mind is occupied with slot
Here it can be termed as unusual
This can not be developed as casual
It requires tremendous skill and grip
The writing must cut through and make others weep
The mind gives away only when you think of generosity
This is one of the most desired qualities
A poet must feel at heart and his pen must shake
The moment he feels that his thoughts are fake
I weep at the plight of the poor farmers
They are our guardians and real charmers
What we are today is really a recognized gesture?
He is there for us to offer a secure future
My pen shape the words in anticipation
As it has feelings and direct relation
I feel at the close of their hearts
What a lovely belonging through my writing art!
How can I stop any one from gaining access?
How can I show displeasure and other lines on the face?
What would they bring with them for me?
I have thought over it and made them feel free
I feel every beat of their feelings
Their plight and agony is certainly killing
I owe my existence and piece of bread
How can I fail them for their emotions to read?
If at all I have to weep for their cause
It will be purely for their humble guess
One day someone may write and understand the plight
Give whatever is due to them without any struggle or fight
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
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Don't Hurt
Don’t hurt the poor’ sentiments
They have nothing to offer as comments
They have pitiful eyes but not for offering curses
It may be certainly a pointer with tears
Don’t we feel shame when tons of grains are lost?
Only because we can’t store with safety even though needed most
Whom are we fooling to add the plight?
Is it humanity versus humanity fight?
I find no answer as we are not less than vultures
Take out the flash as and when found for sure
No sparing of any soul for greedy needs
Who are we going pay any heed?
We claim near to God yet involve in dirty game
We bow head before God but feel no shame
We yet to ask more blessings in our venture
This is how we see our glorious future
If people semi starved and kept at bay
Make it determined bid to stay away
It may engulf your complete empire
This is fact and not simple satire
Many empires have been lost and re-emerged
They are poor but never approach or come to urge
They have only open sky to look at nothing to worry
They may sleep with empty stomach but feel no sorry
Make a point not to waste a single grain
It may cause no stir but only amount to drain
Are we not making cruel joke by simply wasting
When millions of people go hungry and fasting
I read with concern all the revelation
It raises eyebrows with many questions
No one seems moved at the deterioration of store facility
People remain there and there with loss of enough quantity
It may not amount anything
But food can’t be supplanted for something
They need two time square meals
Only this much if we can do to heal
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Elian
Poverty in the mist of riches,
And like the final nail in the coffin!
But my name is Elian to make a point,
For history is all that we know now.
No pay check can even motivate me,
As far as making people's lives better!
For i do feel the heat of the poor masses,
And like the trail which is on the rail.
Heartfelt grief and the stories of a recorded history,
But who cares about the plight of the poor? ! !
And life at times is like,
A Sultan's wealth from the oil;
And, with a battle in the Boitech Labs!
But we are marooned with a missing course.
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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.
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Political Greed
The world is changing and so are we
We are reaching the stage of poverty
Times are harder and prices are climbing
But our wallets are really declining.
How do you tell a politician who has
Money in the bank that we’re on the
Road to bankruptcy, when beyond
Their nose they can not see.
How do you get out of the coffin
That they have made, when your
put inside a grave.
How do you open up that coffin door
When fresh air you can’t breathe any more.
When that latch is closed so tight
And you try to open it with all your might.
This my friend is an ugly sight.
People all over the world are asking for change
And the politicians are the ones to blame.
They think of them selves and the almighty dollar
While the public screams and hollers.
Some times I wonder if going back
To the times of bartering
Is the key- to get out of poverty.
I have what you want and you
Have what I need, and no
Middle man in between.
You make clothing and I make shoes
Let’s just exchange and no one will lose.
There has to be an end in sight
We are tired of this constant fight.
We must open up their eyes
For to our needs they are blind.
Let them live in the slums of any
State that they choose, then they
Will see how much they lose.
Give them that challenge and you will see
They can not live in poverty.
Not one of them will reverse that role
Because it’s too hard and much to cold.
(07/09/11)
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On Reading Of The World's 100 Wealthiest People
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they haven't eaten their bones showing through their skin.
The World's 100 wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the World's 100 wealthiest people why should I wish to know
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the World's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The World's wealthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Some Purpose For Poetry
Poetry is a universal medium
That we use to express ourselves
Effectively through a chosen idiom
Some poetry can be found unused on shelves
While other poetry will be used at random.
Poetry has been put to good use
By people to improve their plight
Sometimes poetry has been used to create abuse
And it can cause people to become engaged in a fight.
I, personally, recommend writing for good use.
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The Sobs Of The Starving Children
We know about them from the radio and television and the hungry getting hungrier by the day
But we do not hear the sobs of the starving children from where we live they seem so far away
On the six o clock news at times we do see footage of hungry
children in a Land where poverty and disease is rife
And we feel a twinge of sadness that we cannot help them since we have got our own struggles in life.
Still the sobs of the hungry children are growing louder and
not all of them live in a far Country
And not all of them in the slums of the big city there's such a thing as hidden poverty
The single mother raises her brood on welfare and she has to struggle for to make ends meet
And they survive on bread and tea and milk and cornflakes since she cannot afford to buy them meat.
Banks and corporations make billions in yearly profits and we read and hear of their financial gain
But they don't help to feed the starving children and the growing scourge of poverty remain
A mile from where the billionaire lives there's poverty and hunger yet of their plight he does not wish to know
Still for him to grow wealthier others must grow poorer and
life goes on as it did years ago.
To find want you don't have that far to travel for poverty is everywhere and near
And though the starving children keep on sobbing louder their cries for food we do not seem to hear
And sad to say that those who talk and dream of an egalitarian society will never live to see their dreams come true
And in a World where there is want and hunger the majority of the World's wealth still with the wealthy few.
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The World's One Hundred Wealthiest
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they have not eaten their bones showing through
their skin.
The world's one hundred wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty.
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the world's one hundred wealthiest people why should I wish to know?
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the world's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The world's weaalthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
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Who Was This Man?
01/05/11
They didn’t know where he came from
No information could be found.
He just arrived - in the poor part of town.
They said he would appear when someone
Needed a hand, it was something
they could not understand.
Now! People’s faith was failing and
Everything seemed to be going wrong
But he would lift them up and
Encouraged them to be strong.
He was a bit different from
the others in the town.
Always with a hood, and had it pulled down.
The church was losing parishioners
And they had for quite some time.
Their faith was strong, but their minds were blind.
They needed something to touch the heart of man
Something that- could give a helping hand.
As the clergy thought about how
and what they could do.
This hooded man was looking for something too.
There was a family of eight who was
Being given a dispossess, he had to help them out
He knew he could not rest.
Parents with six children and not a bite to eat
To them a bag of potato chips, was really quite a treat.
He printed up circulars telling of their plight.
Asking the community to stand up and fight.
He created a meeting at the neighborhood church
He knew that it would get better
For it could not get much worse.
The church had not known of this meeting
When the people started to arrive.
This was the first time that people had to wait in line.
The preacher asked a parishioner:
What is this all about?
She then showed him the circular of this family s plight.
He then had a strange feeling, and his heart jumped with delight.
His prayers were being answered in a strange and blessed way.
He fell to his knees and he began to pray.
The people filled up the donation boxes
Until they overflowed, he had to call for some help
For it was a heavy load.
From the corner of his eye- he saw a figure
Blocking the entrance door,
And with a hood pulled down low.
It was a strange sight- it truly was a show.
He walked down the aisle to the preacher man
Looked up - then shook his hand.
He turned to the congregation and said:
HAVE FAITH IN ALL YOU DO
YOU CALLED OUT MY NAME AND I’VE
COME TO HELP YOU.
He took off his hood and just an aura of light was there
Then he vanished as quick as he appeared.
WHO WAS THIS MAN?
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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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I've Heard Much Talk Of Darfur
I've heard much talk of Darfur though I've never been to there
Where people only live in hope and die slowly in despair
The tragic footage of there on the t v news brings it all home to me
Of what it must be like for those who live in abject poverty.
In a Land of war and droughts and famines where war lords rule by fear
Of any feel good and happy stories we never seem to hear
Where people die of hunger in their thousands every day
Man's inhumanity to man is alive and well today.
Where men and women look old before they reach their prime
To be born in the wrong place ought not to be a crime
The seeds they've planted for food have died and the parched ground is cracked and dry
And the warlords steal their food aid and the people starve and die.
A million people hungry for every billionaire
And the super wealthy getting wealthier doesn't life seem so
unfair
And poverty has it's root cause in man's inhumanity to man
And I feel sure that wealthy people also live in Darfur in Sudan.
Of late I have heard much news of Darfur and I've seen sad footage on t v
Of people due to no fault of their own in the worst of poverty
In a drought stricken Land ruled by Warlords the innocent die young
And are buried in mass graves and their praises remain unsung.
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In open yard
Millions of tones of food grains just stored
Not for the normal situation to be restored
Piled in open just to get it wasted
No one stands to be blamed and responsibility not rested
The scores of people die due to starvation
There is no need for poverty alleviation
The poor themselves may be wiped out
This is story of human crisis and all about
The food grains rot in open yards
It remains unattended and doesn’t go forward
Many people sleep with hunger
There is hue and cry with anger
I sit not the shame on humanity?
We talk about moral and eternity
There is man made tragedy and misery
This crime has become almost necessary
We want to build empire on human skulls
Many people loose lives in fight with bulls
Many bear bullet wounds on the chest
Terrorists do their work nicely as the best
What to talk of humanity at large?
The atmosphere is with full of charge
We don’t regret any shameful act
We have lost the morality to react
We have enough to feed so we don’t bother
We see nom reason to stand together
We also want others not to be comfortable
Nothing should reach them or made affordable
We live with mean mentality and till feel proud
We have all the arguments that may look sound
We live in simplicity to present it as ideal model
Why not we be called fanatics and infidels?
Do we not butcher our own brethrens?
Do we not go for light with lanterns?
We have gone completely blind
Such inhuman behavior is not worthy to find
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Not On Record
'Nothing will go on record' speaker ruled
People watch on screen lives but are not fooled
They know it is sheer wastage of their money
It is unruly scene and created in temple of democracy
It is parliament that shapes county's future
All laws are passed after making it sure
That they form no bias and for the people
As country has gained freedom after great struggle
People's representatives act foolish and trade the charges
Break the furniture, snatch the mike and crowd in large
What a way to witness an unruly scene on large scale!
As if citizens are like fishes and to be swallowed by whale
Speaker finds it hard to control the disciplined representatives
More of them are from families known and relatives
Country has gained information that they have large assets outside
People die in remote parts and suffer poverty at country side
It is observed from the emerging facts that country is ruled by dynasty
Where members openly reflect their loyalty sans honesty
Parliament is reduced to lower level and country is put to shame
We need to share the sentiments as we are also equally to be blamed
We exercise franchise in selection and hand over the country
We all know what they do after reaching there to corner the money
We can do nothing as judiciary take circuitry path
Terrorists openly defy the law of land and enjoy blood bath
We can helplessly watch soldier's plight
No proper weapons are provided to fight
Look at the plight of farmer's who toil hard in sun
They suicide in despair and their fate is on run
I would love to mourn and bury the democracy
Prefer sometimes one hand rule and autocracy
But all wolves are same in white cloth
They disguise as our savior but as both
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World’s Clarion Call: Stop All Wars; Love Your Brethren!
Wars spread terror;
Wars cause horror;
Wars kill persons;
Wars maim people;
Wars pollute air;
Wars contaminate soil;
Wars destroy buildings;
Wars ravage cities;
Wars ruin countries;
Wars cause hatred;
Wars are expensive;
Wars escalate prices;
Wars create enemies;
Wars generate ill-will;
Wars instill mistrust;
Wars make the poor, poorer;
Wars make the world,
A difficult place to live in;
Don’t waste money on futile wars.
Love settles conflicts;
Love gets friends;
Love converts foes;
Love leads to dialogue;
Love spreads brotherhood;
Love brings lasting peace;
Love leads to progress;
Love is all-encompassing;
Love is the key to human problems;
Love rules the universe;
Love leads to heaven;
Stop the wars and love your brethren;
Science should improve man’s plight;
Unite against human calamities;
Fight diseases, poverty, and illiteracy;
Leaders should give up their ego;
The world should be free of fear;
Peaceful co-existence should bring all near;
Make the earth more habitable for all.
This is the world’s clarion call!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-30-2007
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