Cyanide Song
When you decide
That all your faithful friends have lied
The time has come to swallow pride
And take a little cyanide!
Cyanide! Cyanide!
Did you hear the way the orphans cried
When loving kindness was denied,
Destroyed before their tears had dried?
Yes! They committed suicide!
Yes! All the little children died!
It's a horror that you can't abide,
So take a little cyanide!
Cyanide, yes, cyanide!
There's nowhere left where you can hide,
The gates of Hell are open wide
And happiness is crucified!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Cyanide Fishing Killing Reefs
“Indonesia 12 to 15%
of our world’s reefs
65% are damaged
Bali aquarium coral trout
export to China chemical shoaled
worth white cloud cyanide caught sold
5 million a year aquarium tank gold”
cyanide fishing killing reefs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Religion is not merely the opium of the masses, it's the cyanide.
quote by Tom Robbins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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2011 Global Fish Extinction Crisis
Thailand in ten years
total fish catch has halved
Hong Kong
fish extinction epic
Black Fin Tuna
black diamonds
overfishing illegal
13 of 17 global
world fish regions
in extinction crisis
Thailand Indonesia
North Sea Australia
impacts emptying seas
Indonesia 56 million
depend on fishing
native chosen fishing
method blown up dynamite
completely destroy coral
now fish genocide cyanide
symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days
coral dead from cyanide
industry fishing suicide
Indonesian fish genocide
global curbside ringside
stupidity fisheries riptide
resource fish stocks died
depleted shanghaied worldwide
welcome event horizon empty seas
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Level Headed
(A series of true incidents from my life)
Whenever there is a crisis
in our family, I am the one
who has to be level headed
to comfort and console,
but when the crisis is over,
I am the one who is shaking like a leaf.
The first time I was called upon,
was when I was twelve or thirteen.
It was to my brother
who was brought up by my grandparents.
(Though I did not know,
he was my brother then)
My grandparents had just died
and Bill was so upset,
and it was left to me
to console and comfort him.
We went for a walk and talked all the while.
When we got home, he felt better after that.
One day my youngest son
while out collecting
a penny for the Guy,
dashed across the road
straight into the side
of a passing car.
He was all right,
just minor cuts and bruises,
but it was left to me
to calm down my wife
and comfort the driver a bit.
Now my eldest son
is another case,
and what I am about to relate
may seem fiction,
but it is the truth.
He was working for a Naval tailors
and they use potassium cyanide
to clean the gold braid.
They kept it in crystal form.
When his then girlfriend ditched him,
he decided to take some of the cyanide.
He diluted it twice,
once with water
and a second time with tea.
He survived by some miracle,
do not ask me how.
He just did.
While everyone was falling
to pieces at the hospital.
It was again left to me
to stand up and be counted,
be level headed again.
Of course, when I saw him
lying in the hospital bed,
I instinctively knew that he would be OK.
My job was to convince everyone
of the fact that he would be OK.
Happily, I was right
and a week later,
he came out of hospital.
Today he and his wife
have a business of their own.
He has several children
and a grand daughter Emily May.
As for me, well I still get called
for any emergency.
I am the calming factor of our family.
The one who never loses it
when a crisis is around.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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I Cant Hear You!
i cant hear you.....
she turned her head,
and he walked away...
leaving all the years
hanging like spider webs
in forgotten corners.
numb but walking,
he could taste her
in the cyanide rain.....
down to the corner
where nobody stood,
and strangers without faces
never spoke... to the
corner of hell and third,
never looking back....
nothing to look back to!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mindset Insensitized
The stripping of humanity.
And feeding of indignities.
No choice is left.
And none perceived.
As a knitting of a global,
Community breeds.
To leave a few in riches.
While millions die,
By a mindset insensitized.
To eliminate people like flies.
Similar to what one does,
When using a pesticide.
Or insecticide,
OR...
Cyanide
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Schrodenger's Cat
Fifty-fifty is the probability
That the cat or even we exist,
After the atom splits;
Whether the cyanide gas turns us blue or sets up a clue
Not to open the box
And observe a cat
That is not there.
There is always the chance
(However small)
That we repeat the experiment,
Once, twice or infinitely,
Ourselves throwing the dice;
And live on forever after,
Opening an empty box,
And patting lively kitty on her head.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Planned it all out mate,
put these pigeons through sore straights.
Should teach them a lesson or two,
of where to dropp their doo.
Planned it all out mate,
put it in the bread crate,
took it to the park and fed,
all the pigeons till they were dead.
'Tis our favourite pass time,
my honey and I.
I'll not take it for such a crime,
they're pigeons after all, who'll cry?
Gave 'em a little bit of cyanide,
and threw some mercury in for good measure,
maybe people will think it suicide,
or view their deaths as a great pleasure.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Between!
your love,
cyanide and rose petals,
covered with oil and vinegar,
set ablaze
on a bare table
in a haunted room....
the sharp edge
of the razor softly stroking
the small hairs on my soul....
the taste of blood
and chocolate lingering
just outside my desire.....
the last breath,
the first day,
and the pulse that
lives between!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Buried Silence
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
poem by Satish Verma
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We Believe
Standing round the table
Spinning fables
And signing autographs
Cant you hear them laugh
Ha ha ha ha ha
In their secrecies
They plan their strategies
Its called hypocrisy
And we believe
Mornings
They tell me everything
That I need to know
Or I care to know
Well I can visualize
The look in your eyes
The horror
As the plane goes down
And the siren sounds
We cant believe
We cant believe
In the east where the bear is dancing
In the west where the eagle flies
In the middle we stand our ground
The forces pull us down down down
Tensions on both sides
Were paralyzed and victimized
Were terrified and petrified
Demoralized and mortified
Of genocide and suicide
And patricide and cyanide
Were pacified by every side
Force-fed pride and then we die for them
We die for them
In the east where the bear is dancing
In the west where the eagle flies
In the middle we stand our ground
The forces pull us down down down
We believe
song performed by by Ministry
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Asian Cyanide Fishing
“symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days”
coral dead from cyanide
industry fishing suicide
Indonesian fish genocide
global curbside ringside
stupidity fisheries riptide
resource fish stocks died
depleted
shanghaied
worldwide
welcome event
horizon dead
empty saline seas
(Quotation from the poem ‘World Fish Extinction Crisis’ by Terence George Craddock )
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Native Fishing Evolution
native fishing evolution
hands to clubs to spears
to traps to nets to boats
from blown up dynamite
to fish genocide cyanide
completely destroy corals
destroy all renewable resources
coral to sand underwater deserts
no reef no fish no sea blessings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The path of a six year old believer!
The path of a six year old believer!
Love, in absence
Where did “He” go?
Out for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes
Or to join the latest cabaret, pantomime show.
Who amongst us would know?
Didn’t “He” say his love?
Would be eternal, “Sister”
Isn’t that just a tinselled, cover-up?
Another green Cyanide-pill
A vitamin for the heart and soul (Banal)
Take your medicine. Ask no questions.
Nothing, meaningful or maternal (Here)
Just another missing Christmas… (Gift) (Wish)
That melted with the first snow.
Of course were all missing, you, Father?
Of course were all shallow children, and Father…
Of course we’ll swallow any old-lie whole.
The more strange or insane the better (Yes)
Yes, then the better the mystery (Gift)
The more real will be the truth,
We’ll open and attain…On Christmas day.
“Sister”
Isn’t that his grand design his plan?
The path of a six year old believer
Chockfull of tears, snowing in wrath!
Of course we’ll all swallow a lie!
When; it’s our turn to? When it’s
Our path, amongst; winters cascading snow.
“Father” where did your footsteps melting go…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Erosion
Feel deranged
Deep inside
Transparent
Cyanide
Misleading
Illusions
Decide on
A solution
Simulate
Perfection
Disconnect
Reception
Transmit
Insanity
Overlooked
Memeories
The time
The time has come
To turn
To turn around
To see
To see the light
The star
The star beyond
All this pollution
The world
The world is indeed
Will start
Will start to bleed
Your life
Your life becomes
A mess
A mess it's gone
All this pollution
All this pollution
All this pollution
All this pollution
song performed by by Voivod
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World Sea Fish Extinction Crisis
13 of 17 global
world fish regions
in extinction crisis
Thailand Indonesia
Australia North Sea
impacts emptying seas
Indonesia 56 million
depend on fishing
native chosen fishing
method blown up dynamite
completely destroy coral
now fish genocide cyanide
symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Power To The Music
Hey people were victimized & circumsized
Crossed the line of no return
The critics say we devestate
Socialites just masturbate
Wont the losers ever learn?
Who said musics dead in the streets?
Dont know what they talk about
They gotta put a bullet in my head
If they want to keep me down
Power to the music in the streets
Mothers tell their sons of cyanide & suicide
They blame it on the devils tongue
Suck me like a parasite, military 3rd reich
You book-burning bastards wasting blood
Who said musics dead in the streets?
Dont know what they talk about
I want my music waking up the dead
Dont tell me to turn it down
Power to the music in the streets
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Non - Duality
I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb
Life was becoming meaningless for the keeper.
So much chaos and fear. Flash and shadows
will not coexist in the same house.
Salt was diminishing day by day
and tasteless was cyanide.
You start beginning to understand,
death was not the key.
You have to ask for living without insult to ‘Why’.
How far you will go on the bridge?
River flows tumultuously under the feet.
All around a smell of burning flesh.
The spark was igniting internally.
I was water and I was stone.
Years were passing away without remorse
hiding the death of human spirit.
poem by Satish Verma
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Contact In Red Square
1 2 3 4
Although Im young I got a job to do.
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe.
Call it a business trip.
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever .
I got my papers and a cyanide pill.
My polaroids a taser in disguise.
Theres a base in the hills, and the wheat fields looks like kansas in november.
Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun.
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me.
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the k.g.b. detect me.
Cant trust a soul, secret messenger, just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain and a cool .45.
The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange.
I.c.b.m.
Bang! bang! youre dead!
No one left to worry.
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry.
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the c.i.a. detect me.
Hey!
Hey! hey!
song performed by by Blondie
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Our Big Brother
They call our country as 'the pearl of Indian ocean',
and turn a hair; as a 'cyanide capsule of the Indian Ocean'.
Who accepts the blame?
We were having a crucial civil war since a long time.
How many killed, wounded and disabled?
innocent widows dream of a Promised land.
They say that they fight for a homeland?
and it seems the paid soldiers fight to protect the Sovereignty.
These unbearable painstaking
a soft heart human can afford?
Here comes our Big brother
a new dawn from South
will he be able to face this Dilemma?
A better place to live in harmony
and only one singsong together
'Humanity and Brotherhood' spread all over.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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