BBC and Nick Griffin (the Question-Time Massacre)
They lured him on to television
And silenced him with their derision,
He was scarcely able to utter a word -
Democracy? Don't be absurd! !
He's hardly what you'd call PC,
Just cannon fodder for the BBC,
To hell with the bloody BNP
And long live good old Hypocrisy! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Completists
You lured me with your diamond flower
you lured me with talk of still more talk
you lured me with caramelizing power
you lured me a lot.
Clearly lifeless bare feet
and dogs just trained to sniff
you saw him struggle and you saw him cease his struggling
you said we're halfway come and meet us
we're the completists.
You lured me with your bad intentions
you lured me with your Mexican pot
you lured me with desert dimensions
you lured me a lot.
You loaded up your gear so well
you can pack so tight
but I can still hear your tambourine
demeaning you through the night
don't wanna sound defeatist
but we're the 'complete-est'.
Intimate
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Music @ Work
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However Absurd
Ears twitch, like a dog, breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say this is not a lie.
Its funny thing, half serious, with our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, wide awake, we go to sleep.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Something special between us, when we mmade love the game was over.
I couldnt say the words, words wouldnt get ny feelings through,
So I keep talking to you...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Custom made dinosaurs, too late now, for a change.
Everything is under the sun, but nothing is for keeps...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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If we care about the children, the grandchildren, the future generations, we need to make sure that they do not become the cannon fodder of the future.
quote by Helen Thomas
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Suicide Silence
Suicide Silenced the roaring lion.
Suicide Silenced the wish of dying
Suicide Silenced every voice
Suicide Silenc every choice
Overall suicide silenced life
Deep down suicide should of silence the knife.
Because of the knife,
Suicide Silenced me...
poem by Shauntae Taylor
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In democracy
In democracy
Writ of the peole runs.
In democracy
Repesentatives should not
Called leaders.
In democracy
Representatives must not
Act as er whim.
In democracy
Representative should not
Show dictatorial style.
In democracy
Representative should not have
Arrogance of power.
In democracy
Treachery and
Ruthless decisions
Not good.
In democracy
The representatives
Should be sensitives
Towards sensitive issues.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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War of Words
from a bottle of ink
spread into paper field
my word soldiers
pen is the sword
mind is the general
invading the blank land
sword is drawn
mind is attacked
conquered by abstract thing
called word
from a bloody throat
fly into air space
the word soldiers
tongue is the cannon
heart is the general
destroying memory bond
cannon is shot
heart is hurt
separated by abstract thing
called word
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A little word called crazy!
A little word called crazy
Which people use when they are being lazy.
The word crazy covers a multi of goods and ills
Mad, bad, sad, cool
or even acting the fool.
It’s used in our everyday language
But it’s often misunderstood
But it fits into sentences so well (and so good)
Sometimes you can’t seem to see the origins for this word
it sounds so absurd the way its used and abused
like crazy baby, crazy sin, a crazy outer and a crazy in!
Crazy actually means mad insane or foolish
so says the dictionary
but you can be crazy in love with someone
perhaps we are all crazy to be using this word
maybe it’s so absurd that you can use it in so many ways
in everyday life.
But the English language is good like that!
poem by Daniel Hooks
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Born To Rocknroll
If music be the food of love then play on
Lend me your ears as I lay down this song
Youre touched by the feeling-its hard to control
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
Some people want to fight- some people want to fly
Others live for pleasure-even do or die
Some are born to power-try to save a soul
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
Some people are born to money
Privileged all their days
Never had a problem-never had to pay
But I dont have a doubt about the feeling in my soul
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
(instrumental)
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
Born to rocknroll
I was born to rocknroll
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Falling Lame
I dreamt of becoming an actor,
Lured by the romantic field,
Lured by the airs they’d wield.
I dreamt of becoming a writer
Lured by the value they got.
I dreamt of many things
To become of and the time went out.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never A Word
(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)
Never a word, a word so true
Passed between us, me and you
Heard you found your pot of gold
That's the story I've been told
Never a word was said in vain
Some were never sad again
Some were lost in lovers' heat
Some lay fallen at our feet
All day all night
You and only you
All day all night
I think of you and only you
Never a word escaped my lips
Silenced by your fingertips
I kept my word, can you believe
All this time so hard to breathe
Hard to breathe
song performed by by Deep Purple
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The Somme - 1916
Proud I was, to join up and fight for my Country.
The khaki uniform, the regimental badge.
Then I saw Charlie. He bled to death, poor sod,
no one to help him,
he was just cannon fodder.
Are we winning Sarge?
Stuck in this filthy trench, socks saturated, serge wet,
soul soaked in despair.
What're we fighting for Sarge?
I'd write home, but they'd most likely never receive it,
and even a letter would be plastered with mud
before it even got as far as the envelope.
Ammo's low Sarge!
Firing at mirages, floating far off in a mist,
ethereal bodies.
Call this life, mate!
Nah! Living death!
They said it'll be over by Christmas.
Do you believe that Sarge?
Hope so, cos all we have left is 'hope'!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Television is democracy at its ugliest.
quote by Paddy Chayefsky
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With The Scaping Of Knees And Knuckles
I've learned to keep my own lips silenced.
To keep them shut.
Even though an opinion sat on my tongue,
Preparing for an appearance to be heard...
With a retorting done no matter how absurd.
There is nothing like the scent of conflict.
And the familiarity of its arrival.
Along with its creators and who is prone to deliver it.
I've learned to fix my lips to sit together.
And with the clinching of teeth if necessary.
Once one is introduced to a peace of mind,
It becomes more treasured...
Than having the keys to a Mercedes.
No luxury on Earth can replace a peace of mind.
I have discovered that...
With the scaping of knees and knuckles done.
I've learned there are times when the best of thoughts,
Can sometimes be those kept to oneself...
To go unheard by anyone else that may offend to defend.
Yes...
I've learned to keep my own lips silenced.
To keep them shut.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Democracy doesn't recognize east or west; democracy is simply people's will. Therefore, I do not acknowledge that there are various models of democracy; there is just democracy itself.
quote by Shirin Ebadi
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The cowherd who has fodder has bread, and if he doesn't have fodder then he ends up without oxen and without bread.
Woman only lures by image
When a woman in television reads news,
Men survey her features more than her words.
When a man does, women are not keen
For his looks. She is lured by his voice.
Woman is, who hooks
men by her looks.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing. What is necessary now is one thing and one thing only that democracy become again democracy in action, not democracy accomplished and piled up in goods and gold.
quote by Archibald MacLeish
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Television is the most perfect democracy. You sit there with your remote control and vote.
quote by Aaron Brown
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Television has made dictatorship impossible but democracy unbearable.
quote by Shimon Peres
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The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry
Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
But until our days on earth are done
Our blood will burn and our hearts beat fast
As we tell of the glorious moments we passed,
When we rode on the guns with a mighty shout
And saved Paine’s army from utter rout;
And our children in years to come will tell
How the 2nd rose through the shot and shell
Rode with a cheer on that 9th of May
And held the whole rebel army at bay.
Behind lay the swamp, a dank morass.
A marsh - no horse nor man could pass
Save by one road, one narrow way.
But beyond that road our safety lay,
In front rose the hills which the rebels held
With his howling cannon that raked and shelled
Our troops.
We lay in the centre.
Paine,
Our general saw he must cross again
The narrow road, or his men were lost
The road was narrow. It must be crossed,
And crossed in haste, and the deadly rain
of the rebel guns 'Must be stopped!' said Paine.
Twenty-four cannon thundered and roared!
Twenty-four cannon into us poured.
Twenty-four cannon! A devil’s den
Backed by full fifteen thousand men.
Must be held at bay till our troops could pass
In order over the dank morass.
Up to where the cavalry stand,
Waiting in order the word of command,
Gallops Paine. And his mighty shout
Rings the daring order out -
'Take and hold that battery!
Take it! Whatever the hazards be!'
'Draw sabres!' They flash in the startled air.
'Forward! Gallop! March!' Away
We ride. We must show our steel today!
'Gallop! Charge!' On the rebels ears
Ring the thundering Yankee cheers!
And on, like a wave of maddened sea,
On - Dash the Iowa cavalry!
Into the torrents of shot and shell
That shrieks and screams like the fiends of hell!
Into the torrent of shot that kills!
Into the torrent of shell that stills
The cheer on many a lip, we ride
Like the onward rush of a whirling tide
Up to the cannon’s mouth,
Our cheers
Curdle the blood of the cannoneers
To right and left from his silenced guns
In wild retreat the rebel runs.
And the charge of the Iowa cavalry
Rushes on!
Can you stop the sea
When the storm waves break on the sandy shore
Driving the driftwood awrack? No more
Can the rebel resist the terrible charge
As we ride right up to their army’s marge -
They waver - the fifteen thousand men,
Waver and rally, and waver, and then
Our work is done.
Paine’s men had crossed
The swamp while our little band was lost
In the smoke and dust of the eager ride,
And are safe at last on the other side.
Then we ride back! We had saved the day
By holding the whole rebel army at bay,
While Paine made a hasty and safe retreat
Over the swamp.
We had conquered defeat!
Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
And our time on earth is almost run,
But when we are gone our children will tell
How we rode through rebel shots and shell.
How we rode on the guns with a mighty shout,
And saved Paine’s army from utter route.
And carved in the temple of glory will be
The roll of the 2nd Iowa Cavalry.
The brave old 2nd, that never knew
A deed too hard or rash to do.
The dear old 2nd, that would have spurred
Into Hell itself, if Hatch said the word.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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