The Bedlem of Beslan
The weird, wired Caliban zombies rape the Russian dignity,
In a children’s Eden their lair is laid.
A Venus trap, as snake’s slither the learning will not begin.
The black masks of death gather children in the gym of no song,
A bairn exclaims twice, ‘We have done no wrong’,
To speak is more fuel for the wrath of the anti-christ,
, The dogs of hate desecrates high on the wall,
A dynamite shape to crucify from a netball hoop.
The school’s outer walls hold at bay young soldiers strong,
Their bullets blocked, useless by images of a children’s throng.
What grim reaper mixed this cocktail of evil sequence,
From a ground floor window a small child drops to the ground,
Shouts and confusion no mother in sight, the world weeps as we see the little one
Climb back into hell, Life is drawn into darkness.
This cancer of calibans
This madness,
This despair,
This heart rending sadness.
You've done your deed as blood abounds,
You fools your gain zilch, nil, naught,
A giant step backwards for us all.
Your bodies deliver nothing
A resting you will never dwell,
Your eyes will melt into your souls
To remain in the whirlpool of hell.
As mothers are left
In a heartbreak shell
poem by Ken e Hall
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Nine Eleven
The wolf stalks in sheep’s clothing,
Surviving on the juice of complacent fodder
A sneak step forward for terrorist’s terror,
A giant step backwards for mankind.
Beware of lambs bearing gifts on donkeys,
The riddle’s answer lies with ear to ground,
Calm to listen for the one who cannot bleat.
As stealth terrier’s dive down the burrow’s’
Evil will justly fall on the perpetrator of evil,
Then the Caliban’s eyes will melt into his soul
And remain in the whirlpool of hell’
Only then will retribution be complete!
P S.
Oxford dict,
Caliban n. man of degraded bestial nature.
[Shakspeare, Tempest, & see cannibal.]
poem by Ken e Hall
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Gentleman Junkie
Priests gathered at the graves
No souls were saved, fooling
with the young man's pain
the childs' mind had gone insane
born in heaven, raised in hell
an angel of death that never
fell, trapped in a world I never
made-I watch the sky turn black
and fade. The scene of the crime
was empty-nothing left for you
to see, but you could hear the
sound of the bodies breaking the ground
plague of zombies run away-
remember hell came today-Scream,
scream and scream again-my days
of terror shall begin-. In the
hills they beat a song of how
all was lost and - all was gone, see
the figures glowing in the night-shadows
dancing in flaming light.
song performed by by White Zombie
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King Of Souls[W. Z. ]
Priests gathered at the graves
No souls were saved, fooling
With the young mans pain
The childs mind had gone insane
Born in heaven, raised in hell
An angel of death that never
Fell, trapped in a world I never
Made-i watch the sky turn black
And fade. the scene of the crime
Was empty-nothing left for you
To see, but you could hear the
Sound of the bodies breaking the ground
Plague of zombies run away-
Remember hell came today-scream,
Scream and scream again-my days
Of terror shall begin-. in the
Hills they beat a song of how
All was lost and - all was gone, see
The figures glowing in the night-shadows
Dancing in flaming light.
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Hell Awaits
[Backwards: "Join us" x times]
[Welcome back]
Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
The Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's Domain
Will bring you to your Death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Sacrifice the lives of all I know they
Soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell
and keep the fire growing deep inside
Hell awaits...
song performed by by Slayer from Hell Awaits
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Loneliness Is A Hurting Thing
once my heart was full of joy as i grew up from a baby boy.
i learned to love and i learned to hate.
i learned to sit and contemplate.
i learned the abc's of right and wrong.
i learned to fight and become big and strong.
i was taught by my elders or so it seemed
all about life and what it means.
the one thing that they could not teach-for they had not
gotten to reach-that time of life when you're old and gray.
and it seems that life has slipped away
they had gone through life's hall of fame
joys and sorrows they all have gained.
life has only two guarantees-age and death or so it seems.
they go through life and children they bear
to find when they're old 'that kids don't care.
now if you listen while they pray-'you will hear a small voice say'
oh lord take me away-please don't let me live another day.
this loneliness i cannot bear! i have no one with whom
i could share-the joys and fulfillments of yesteryear.
'oh dear god is this to be-not even any company.
no one to speak to -no one to hold
no one to call my very own.
when you reach that golden age, you become
like an animal in a gilded cage.
you pace the floor from wall to wall
wondering if you have the gall.
to start your life all anew and try to forget your solitude.
yes my friends-i'll tell you now loneliness is a heavy crown.
i'll tell you this'my children beware' age and death are very near.
when you stop and turn around-another step you have found.
with life there is no turning back
no one to help pick up the slack.
with pride and determination you move along
head held high-eyes are strong.
to face the challenge of what is to be.
loneliness and hearthaches must comfort me.
poem by Louis Rams
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The children in black
The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black
The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black
The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black
The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...
The children in black
poem by Lillie Ellis
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What Would The Children Think
She wakes up in the morning with the new sunrise
Looks at her husband sleeping still
Inside she cries
She makes the children breakfast
Gets them on their way
Watching them through the window
She prepares to face another day
Then her husband tells her
That he wont be home til late
Theres so much work hell have to stay behind
But she knows it isnt work thats on his mind
But still hell never leave her
Cause what would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do
If they knew the way it was
But theyll never learn because
What would the children think
Where would the children think
At the gate she kissed him
And watched him walk
Hoping this small charade
Will stop the neighbors talk
She turns to hide a tear
Inside her gilded cage
She cries for the love she could not hold
And lost to someone half her age
Then her pride and breakin heart
Tell her to run away
But she values what shes got a little more
Two kids, one 9 and nearly 4
And she would never leave them cause
What would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do
If they knew the way it was
But theyll never learn because
What would the children think
Where would the children think
What would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do.
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Revelation
Mother please forgive them
For they know not what they do
Looking back in history's books
It seems it's nothing new
Oh! Let my mother live
Heaven is for heroes
All hell is full of fools
Stupidity, no will to live
They're breaking God's own rules
Please let my mother live
Father, of all creation
I think we're all going wrong
The course they're taking
Seems to be breaking
And it won't take too long
Children of the future
Watching empires fall
Madness the cup they drink from
Self-destruction the toll
I had a vision,
I saw the world burn
And the seas had turned red
The sun had fallen,
The final curtain
In the land of the dead
Mother, please show the children
Before it's too late
To fight each other,
There's no one winning
We must fight all the hate
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Children?
Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,
Selfless students are children.
However much you push and pull at the threads that children weave
And sort, and spread, and sew,
The adult will sew better and more often than a child.
That is the secret, children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mother Earth And Sons
the child insistent
shakes the tree and so
the fruits fall on the ground
some not ripe though
and he does not
eat it
what a waste
but mother never says
a word
the child grows
spoiled as mother is
tolerant
the man remains a
child and mothers get old
he shakes the world
mother earth now
as silent as mothers are
the earth shakes
and all the children are buried
under the cracks
the fire within
like hell burns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Are No Children Here
The untrained eye
Walks down the street
And sees children
But they're not children
There are no children here
Adults look back
With hungry eyes
And someone thinks
''They're just children
With a mother and a father
Never any fear''
And they kid themselves
As there are no mothers
No fathers
Because there are no children here
Terror doesn't care
As they cry over there
It lets someone stare
Through the sight of a gun
Seeing everyone
And just for fun
Shoot them
People rush around crying
''But they were just children!
They were just children! ''
A man with a gun
Turns and runs
But as he does they hear
''They aren't children''
And
''They weren't children''
And
''You need to know:
There are no children here''
No one makes a sound
Listening to the truth he's found
And they know:
It's our fault
We didn't save them
We could have saved them
If we cared
There would be children here
poem by Violet Llewellyn
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God Loves His Soldiers Not The Mad Dogs Of Man
Sometimes it's hard to protect what is right
Sometimes we're scorned as for others we fight.
Some of us are willing regardless of loss
To commit our soul to save the cross.
Evil prospers on greed and human hate
Always eager to destroy and defecate.
God's grace descends on the souls of man
Cleansing the impure wherever He can.
As long as man has struggled on Earth
Life has had its troubles from birth.
God's seed of goodness has delayed man's demise
Thank Heaven for His heroes the strong and the wise.
The Lord adores His heroes of yesterday
Just how numerous, only He could say.
God loves His soldiers who line up to serve
By standing against evil His grace they deserve.
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In every city, town, or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
All are born as an innocent child
Till mislead by others along the way.
God has always loved His children
Though it breaks His heart when they stray.
The mad dogs of man never repent
For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.
God gives us the will to sin no more
And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.
Samson, Solomon, and David
Were chosen by God to stand tall.
They faced great odds and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
The time has come for the good men of Earth
To band together to restrain the horde.
Standing firm against tyranny where it exists
Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.
SEPTEMBER 11th
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns to her very core.
Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
From the sound of America waging full war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We shall defeat hell's soldiers and cast them out
And if we die; that's what freedom is about.
We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.
Another clown
the clown with red nose
the clown with green ears
the clown with yellow cheeks
the clown with webbed feet
the children don’t like the clowns
all clowns
all the children are scared by all clowns
the child with orange hairs
the child with blue eyes
the child with pink smiles
the child with wide eyes
the clown don’t like the children
all children
all the clowns want to kill all children
the clown get back at home
He shouts: I hate the children
then he eats the soup of day
quietly smiling
the child get back at home
He shouts: I hate the clowns
then he eats the soup of day
quietly smiling
But the worst is forthcoming:
one child among one million
will become a clown
Me I am not a child
I am not a clown and
I do not like the soup
luckily
all sad stories have an end
and here I write a full stop
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Some Mothers Son
Some mothers son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mothers son today
Head blown up by some soldiers gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mothers son aint coming home today
Some mothers son aint got no grave
Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead
Some mothers son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mothers son is lying dead
Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away
Some mothers son lies in a field
But in his mothers eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away
They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mothers memory remains
song performed by by Kinks
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Strong Black Woman
Baby, such a long life, my child
So many stories I have to tell you
Of slavery and of tragedy
Sit down and listen to my tales
Everybody thinks that the strong black woman died
No, she only stood back because she had not cried
She took a minute to rest. She cried. Her heart so heavy
But she’s back, baby. And child, she’s so pretty
I’m a strong black woman, and I am fighting
Don’t mess with me; I’ll leave your eyes shining
I give these children all the love they crave
I’ll beat away any energy that makes life grave
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still lives
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still gives
Hallelujah, can you feel the strength of her?
Hallelujah, this woman is one you can’t deter
Praise the lord’s name and speak in tongues
May all the strong black women live so long
I am a strong black woman, I am here
A strong black woman lives in my heart
Hallelujah, the black woman is so strong
Hallelujah, this has become my favorite song
Hallelujah, the strong black woman prospers
Hallelujah, she is no different than her brothers
The strong black woman never died, she lives
See, no matter what happens she always survives
I am here, I am a strong black woman, in disguise
And this newly strong black woman never dies
Praise the lord’s name the black woman is back
Now the world knows that we survive any attack
Give her all the suffering children or people in despair
Because the strong black woman will return them to air
The strong black woman was not lynched or killed
She gave herself a proud face and lived on so skilled
Praise the lord’s name and know that she lives on
Hallelujah, the strong black woman will never be gone
poem by German Alcala
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Poem from a Picture
(Children at play on a French Battlefield)
'When I was a child,'
You shall tell one day,
Children, on these blackened fields
Gallantly at play,
'All the quiet sky
Burst in death aflame;
One day, I was young,
Then . . . The Horror came.'
'When I was a child . . .'
Wind-tossed leaves of war,
Is there childhood still for you,
Wise in horror-lore,
Who have heard your sisters' screams
Shattering your play,
Seen your mothers past their dead
Led to shame away?
Ragged, helpless, maimed,
Hungry, left alone
Where the smoking roof-beams lie
By the wrecked hearth-stone,
Still you mime (child-hearts are strong,
Childhood pain is brief)
Echoes of world-victory,
World-defeat, world-grief!
Dauntless in your rags,
Insolent in mirth,
Laughing with young lips that know
All the griefs of earth,
God, who loves a high heart well,
Will not let you fail–
You are France, who laughs at Hell–
France, who shall prevail!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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Three In The Power Of One
Souls black as night
But its nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities fo darkness
So put on your armor of god
For the day of battle will come
But the victory is already ours
Through christ in the power of one
Chorus
The power of christ
Surrounded by the angels of god
Step to the realm where evil reins
We are soldiers prepared for war
With the power to speak his name
Satan with his legion of demons
Decieving with his wicked ways
With his life he has paid
With his word I will slay
Any demon that steps in my way
So bring it on
Its the p.o.d. on the mic rockin the set
In case you didnt know payable on death
Makin suckers drop, kick n non-stop
The hard rock and thrash with a little hip-hop
Four christian borthers on a roll, there we go
Coming up hard but you know we got soul
Im strapped yes, were packed and its about time
Jesus go my back, p.o.d. on the frontline
Three in the power of one
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song performed by by P.O.D.
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Believe
When i hear 'believe ' It makes me laugh, jump and smile because it is a fallacy designed to put us into perpetual darkness, drag us into the mud like a paper - tiger; a paper - tiger that cannot fight back and look at the oppressors eyeball to eyeball and tell them they are telling lies We are not fools born by fools in our country ' Believe ' is an understatement we watched and never saw ' Believe ' never manifested in any form or shape It is a slip of the tongue to say ' believe ' because it never was We watched and watched in vain counting the brick walls, looking at the ceiling in heaven's place We are traumatized by vain promises from our leaders, often My country - men are hungry The women are suffering and complaining The children are crying and despondent The children yet unborn hold tight unto the womb of their mothers for fear of untold hardship bedeviling our country Only to ' believe ' will never put food on the table Only to ' believe ' will never pay the children's school fees Only to ' believe ' will never make mothers deliver safely without money Only to ' believe ' will not make you have hope where there is none and prevent things from getting from bad to worse To ' believe ' is meant to deceive the masses of our people when the leaders are carting away billions of dollars of our common wealth on a daily basis and we can do nothing The Nigerian system, in essence, is run by charlatans in government for self and a microscopic few Democracy in Nigeria today is the government of the rich, by the rich and for the rich alone Although this is anti - people, regrettable we believe in this philosophy To ' believe ' therefore, is to fantasies in order to perpetually enslave the people Therefore believe with circumspection
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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It is not that God has no pity (in answer to Yehuda Amichai)
It is not that God has no pity
on adult soldiers, who crawl
on all fours
and that He only cares
for small children and much less
for children at school,
any fool could believe this gibberish,
but when bullets whistle past your head,
you see comrades and the enemy dead,
how rockets penetrate through
the thick steel armour of tanks
and armoured cars
how grenades, landmines and bombs
explode shattering
you know that mere men
are doing and continue doing
these evil war things
and when you live through
this kind of hell
and come out unscathed,
still living
when your should have been dead,
you know that you are really worshipping
a loving and pitiful God instead
of the merciless one
that some are painting Him
as He has accompanied you
right through the dread.
[Reference: God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pig Heaven
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin Mary float by watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone a low song under the waves would she be saved under the waves would she be saved but
I sit back and remember god and a bomba baby burn on white angel wing all the children start to sing voices soaring to the sky time is now - time to hang 'em high...
cannibalistic cardinals suck the whirlpool dry never stop to ask why - jagged teeth across the sand are they blind pray the big man -O the king rat who ordered the attack O king rat who ordered the attack...on the edge of the eve of the saint evil eye catmanfall to the ground crows picking at his brain ten thousand times he gone insane new day riders stormed the walls the bigger they are the harder they fall...
ain't got no time for love I ain't got no time for love ain't got no time for love he fall down -shock-she fall down -shock-we fall down -shock- we fall down -shock-ain't got no time for love ain't got no time for love ain't got no time for love ain't got no time for love but
I sit back and remember go and a bomba baby burn on white angel wing all the children start to sing voices soaring to the sky time is now -time to hang 'em high...
deep in the blazing mud dogs in the blazing mud wild in the streets wild from the heat symphony angel rape got no hope no escape blood drip eye step inside step inside slaughter the grey slaughter.. it's all a circus of fear anyway ain't no master mind to care today dancing on a gruesome crime sundown gonna trap the time water birds flaming dove seek to kill what they most love.
song performed by by White Zombie
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