Arabs Please Pay Heed Feb 24th,2011
The Arabs have a choice: accept the next dictator or change,
Usually a general from the army, who then becomes deranged,
No matter who he/she is, they should be there no more than four years,
Because after that they go power mad or so it appears.
Someone has to sit down and write a constitution for all,
Go to Switzerland, read their’s because they are on the ball,
You have to elect a president by name – not party or rank,
And not someone standing on top of a big orange army tank.
Then put the constitution to the people for a yes or no,
Your first referendum with luck and several more to go,
Getting rid of a dictator is one but starting up is two,
You follow my instructions though everything is new.
FEB 24TH,2011
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The Next Dictator Maybe Enroute Feb 25th,2011
The next dictator is waiting and ready to get up to bat,
In his fancy army general uniform with gold brimmed hat,
Of course he has his group of friends to help him along the way,
And he wants to stay president for life and cool down this fray.
But he should only stay for no more than four years at the most,
This should be written down in a constitution and engrossed,
Better still, ten guys go to Switzerland and see what they got,
Write their constitution down before your the place is tied in a knot.
A new president elected every four years no matter what,
To ensure the country is not taken over by some strange nut,
There are too many examples of power gone completely mad,
A long list of defiant dictators that is more than sad.
FEB 25TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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No More Despot Dictators Mar 7th,2011
Are there more Arab dictators dressing up for their new jobs?
Just waiting around for the dispersal of the riotous mobs,
Fitting on their new army general’s uniform quite bold,
With chests full of ribbons and peaked caps weighed down with gold.
They have to wait a while till revolutionary things calm down,
And maybe then dress up like Gadhafi in a fancy gown,
By then these revolutionary guys will slow down and change,
It will be okay then to be a despot and rearrange.
And these Arabs have never had a constitution yet,
Now is a good and maybe only time to write one, you bet,
Get a copy of the Swiss Constitution and do it soon,
Before the next dictator can organize his own goons.
Mar 7th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Advice For Arab Revolutionaries Feb 22nd 2011
I got advice for all those Arab countries in revolutions,
Write a constitution now as one of your few solutions,
Get an okay from the people and make it only for them,
Next president for only four years or it maybe more mayhem.
A set-date election every four years for different girls/guys,
Check how much money is left and no need for a surprise,
Elect the president by name – not someone in his party,
Everyone over eighteen to vote regardless of poverty.
All countries should have binding referendums like the Swiss,
Separation of church, mosque and state should not be hit and miss,
A despot diehard ruler should not control the army,
And try to work things out all these national things in harmony.
Feb 22nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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It would be a dangerous delusion were a confidence in the men of our choice to silence our fears for the safety of our rights; that confidence is every where the parent of despotism; free government is founded in jealousy, and not in confidence; it is jealousy, and not confidence, which prescribes limited constitutions to bind down those whom we are obliged to trust with power; that our Constitution has accordingly fixed the limits to which, and no farther, our confidence may go; and let the honest advocate of confidence read the Alien and Sedition Acts, and say if the Constitution has not been wise in fixing limits to the government it created, and whether we should be wise in destroying those limits; let him say what the government is, if it be not a tyranny, which the men of our choice have conferred on the President, and the President of our choice has assented to and accepted, over the friendly strangers, to whom the mild spirit of our country and its laws had pledged hospitality and protection; that the men of our choice have more respected the bare suspicions of the President than the solid rights of innocence, the claims of justification, the sacred force of truth, and the forms and substance of law and justice. In questions of power, then, let no more be said of confidence in man, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the Constitution.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Oliver's Army
I could talk all night
my mind was sleep walking
While I'm putting the world to rights
Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation ?
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's Army is on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
There was a Checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's Army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
than here today
Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger
It's a professional career
and it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's Army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
but here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
but here today
song performed by by Ok Go
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CHANGE TRUDEAU'S CHARTER May 4th,2011
To those folk in Quebec who haven’t signed the constitution yet,
Demand Trudeau’s Charter and Chretien’s law be changed and we’re set,
Then get death with dignity and a binding referendum law,
Then sit down and figure out if there are any other flaws.
Because some old sick folk need death-with-dignity like the Swiss,
But this is something our politicians are inclined to dismiss,
And we need binding referendums in order to improve,
In case there is something or someone we want to remove.
If we are going to change the Constitution we have to think,
A political party is second to a people link,
One provincial premier should be prime minister each year,
So the Quebecois or nobody else have anything to fear.
poem by James Bredin
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Drafting a constitution is only the first step. The constitution has to be granted legitimacy by open discussion and a fair, representative referendum.
quote by Emma Bonino
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I really think the Patriot Act violates our Constitution. It was, it is, an illegal act. The Congress, the Senate and the president cannot change the Constitution.
quote by Peter Camejo
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In fact, my mom always told me because I was the daughter of an Army officer born overseas in Paris, France, that under the Constitution she believed that I could never run for president.
quote by Karen Hughes
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Egyptian Tanks In Tahrir Square
Mighty yellow metal monsters
intimidate approach Tahrir Square;
symbolic modern dread dealers
of death sent to scare spread fear;
but courage of Egyptian peaceful protesters
defies president calculated tank terror threat;
day upon day witness oppressed courageous
civilian populations demands freedom fight.
No torture dictator rule indefinitely steals
a sovereign nation’s dream freedom right;
No general president in immunity survives
indefinitely citizen’s claim to freedom right.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in February 2011 on the 3.2.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tiannamen Square
The square of men and women,
Mao tse tung the erstwhile
Dictator smiled in glee
At the red flags abounding it,
With people in China
In long lasting red dictatorship
Of the remannants of red army,
The chiefs most powerful
In the world, causing
The students to rise and summon
In the square, who were
mercilessly shot down
In minutes, numbering
Three thousand to make
One of the mass massacre,
In one place in modern times,
But futile were their attempts,
Only to culminate to make
A President in american style,
More powerful, but a dictator,
The most powerful in the world,
In the name of communism,
And the red rebellion
Which he did not participate,
But made his posion,
Through political manouers,
Making china reel in poverty
In the rural areas about whom,
The Beijing red leaders don't care.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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No Compulsory Voting In Canada
Canadian politicians can’t have an independent thought,
Locked into some party agenda or they could be distraught,
But if they are real careful they could get a Senate appointment,
And then there is no need for any election disappointment.
Canadians don’t elect their prime ministers by their names,
It’s their party friends that elect them with hidden party aims,
Where no one heard of recall or proportional representation,
No set-date elections, which they avoid without explanation.
And one could get an appointment to the UN in NY,
Banned from their Security Council but good for years of pork,
They like the fact that only half Canadians manage to vote,
Compulsory voting is something they will never promote.
Jan 24th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Another Dictator Coming Down The Road
They’re having another daily riot somewhere over there,
Trying to get rid of another despot dictator somewhere,
They must have a good reason to riot and need to change so bad,
There’s something extremely wrong there and it all seems quite sad.
But who’s going to come out of the woods and be the new dictator?
Will democracy raise its head in this amphitheater?
Without plebiscites, propositions or honest elections,
Who will win in these new poker-like very strange selections?
As we watch these vicious deathly riots nightly on TV,
Could be compared to watching a prolonged bullfight for free,
Except for the smoke, the tanks, the bullets, the bodies and bombs,
And dead people just lying around without any qualms.
Jan 30th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Having removed the dictator, the allies have moved to put Iraqis in control of Iraq. Now, as they draft and ratify their Constitution, we will indeed see the character of a new Iraqi nation revealed through the principles it chooses to uphold.
quote by Kay Granger
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We Almost Forgot
Should we try to avoid getting ourselves in a knot?
About the separatists in Quebec which we almost forgot,
Can we sit silent for another hundred years not knowing?
Or should we get some changes to the constitution going?
But the media moguls announce that everything is great,
Therefore there is no need to sit down and have this debate,
Is Trudeau’s Charter not enough to keep everything calm?
Is everyone getting excited instead of just going along?
Should we have recall and referendums in a new constitution?
Or would that add to what we already have – confusion?
Should we elect senators and those in the Supreme Court?
And who should we talk to for information and support?
poem by James Bredin
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Grafted Into the Army
Our Jimmy has gone for to live in a tent,
they have grafted him into the Army,
he finally puckered up courage and went,
when they grafted him into the Army.
I told them the child was too young, alas!
At the captains forequarters, they said he would pass,
they'd train him up well in the Infantry class,
so they grafted him into the Army.
Oh, Jimmy, farewell! Your brothers fell way down in Alabammy;
I though they would spare a lone widder's heir,
but they grafted him into the Army.
Dressed up in his unicorn, dear little chap,
they have grafted him into the Army;
it seems but a day since he sot in my lap,
but they grafted him into the Army.
And these are the trousies he used to wear,
them very same buttons, the patch and the tear;
but Uncle Sam gave him a bran' new pair
when they grafted him into the Army.
Now in my provisions I see him revealed,
they have grafted him into the Army;
a picket beside the contented field,
they have grafted him into the Army.
He looks kinder sickish -- begins to cry,
a big volunteer standing right in his eye!
Oh, what if the ducky should up and die,
now they've grafted him into the Army.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Dictator
You overthrew a dictator in power and,
You became another dictator yourself!
So what can you now teach me?
I have heard the cry as a woman in labour,
And like the wind too strong to stand!
So wash your heart from wickedness,
For the alarm of war is closer at your doorsteps.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Prophet, a President, a Dictator, and a King.
You may wonder why I’m admitting
that I’m not as I appear.
Well, to be honest I’m totally bored
with living my life here.
It’s seven years since my last change
and it’s time to move on.
Unfortunately when I vacate her body
her life would’ve long since gone.
I’ve forgotten where I originally come from
and who I really am,
but I’ve been around for far too long
to know I’m not the son of man.
I read accounts from religious books,
which I even helped to write
and I can’t honestly say they’re the truth,
but at the time they seemed alright.
I’ve been a prophet, a president,
a dictator, and a king,
but being what I am inside
is unlike any living thing.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXVIII: Dear Leader Part 5
An ideal world
No matter the purpose
What have been done is similar to a dictator
But rather than being called ‘a savior’
Being called ‘a dictator’
Is making us much easier to eliminate those who against us
from Nabari no O
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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What a big joke
What a big joke
the new defence force has become,
where three thousand soldiers
strike and run riot
and it’s people
who chooses to be soldiers.
If Jan Smuts ruled
they would have been dead
as he let them
load a gun
for Jopie Fourie
and to me it’s nothing less
than revolt
for which people in the past
could pay the ultimate penalty.
I almost laughed myself apart
when medical troops
where brought to justice
for whoring
and I wondered
what was now happening
at the once great 1 Mil?
What kind of army has no discipline
and in what defence force
troops and junior officers
tell generals
how to do their thing
and the President
is challenged
to take instructions?
In my time you where bound by law
to go without any choice
to the defence force
and if you did not go there,
the military police
quickly came to fetch you
at home.
In my defence force
nonsense was taken out of you
from the start
and the authority of higher ranks was supreme
and we exercised with a pole and tyre
and received
the best training there.
.
For two years we
had to do national service
against a pauper’s pay
and it felt at a time
as if the camps
would never end.
a Soldier pointed his finger
at a lieutenant
and received thirty days
in the detention barracks
for it.
It was a defence force
that showed its fist
to Swapo, Fapla,
the Cubans and Russians
and the best soldiers
knew their duty.
Against what foe
will this new army be able to stand
if there’s no discipline
and like in a asylum people run amok
and I wonder
what omen
is hitting the new South Africa
where patriotism
lies at the backdoor
and every soldier thinks
that he’s a general
and like all things
in this once great country,
this army is more than pathetic
against what it once was.
[Reference: 1 Mil=> One milatary hospital.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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