Warriors
The soul speaks from a warrior's spirit
Chants of war, execution of arts
In gruesome battle, one fears it
Death is when war starts
Agony cries god is pain
Brutality lords the field
Innocence killed hearts slain
Other hearts to ferocity yield
Strange calm, war mediation
Prayers to the brave
Tears in formation
Bodies march to the grave
Acts remembered, bodies burn
Ancient drum rolls
Human valor they earn
The valor of dead souls!
Archangels of war's path
Passion engulfs nature's law
The heart of war's wrath
The most dangerous organ man saw
Fight, fight, fight
Violence man's only right
Kill, kill, kill
The enemy and blood shall spill
Into earth's soil
Man's real home
Man's bloody ego
To live in loam
With souls dead long ago
Total war
What man's malice is for
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Liberty and Justice For All
On this day, September 11,2012, I sit here in my soul and reflect about my fellow countrymen and countrywomen who reflect back to me their souls, their courage, their resolve and strength. As an American, the spirit of America is born in me, as I am born in the spirit of America. The will of not just myself, but the will of the people, of us all, moves in me this day.
Our lives, our country, changed drastically on September 11,2001, but our character, our principles of freedom, and the constitution of our nation and our souls did not change but persevered and remained in the forefront of our breasts as we braved the unknown world ahead of us. In God's heaven, or the heaven of our hearts, the lives we lost, now venerate us as we mourn their loss. There is no memorial as grand, no memorial as beautiful, than the memorial we hold in our hearts of the stories of courage, valor, and bravery exhibited on that day. A peaceful sorrow ascends from the mass graves of death, from the Pentagon, from United Airlines Flight 93, and the World Trade Center; this sorrow, this peace from the dead souls mouth whispers to me in vibrant silence,
'We shall be remembered, we shall live forever. In your hearts, our freedom lives.'
What has always disconcerted me is what should be impossible, is possible, and what should be possible, is impossible. A tragedy, an act of violent malice, like Sept.11, should never be possible in life. Indignation and hatred should never burn so immensely as to kill the soul that kills others; but it happened and it still happening.
Now let's work to make the impossible come true. Let's not question ourselves but move with more force, more swiftly to the American Dream; the equality of man and woman, the opportunity for all to prosper, the toleration of all religion, the respect for the rights of the individual, the freedom of thought and the freedom to eat its fruits, the ability to compromise, Justice! America we must become the ideal for the world to follow, we must beat our blood in freedom everywhere we go, we must live in unity, and with resolve stand our ground! This is our peace; this is what the dead souls of 9/11 whisper.... Liberty and Justice for all!
To the Servicemembers who fought, lived and died for our freedoms….
Bless the courageous souls who fought valiantly
And with honor and dignity acted gallantly
In our hearts, your hearts march brave
With solemn virtue, and our minds grave
We cry 'look at all the lives thy save! '
March On!
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When The Heavens Shed Tears
the final war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, weaved from deception.
down on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast with blood soaked deceit
destruction creeps but demons don't speak.
for the truth makes hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels watch the funeral march
and wait for a desined tomorrow
preyed upon by the pestilence of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the grave we forfeit.
freedom to the ranks of slaves
demons dance to a black symphony
as the war comes quick to a close
and angels on high look down
in disgust to a dead earth that circles below
when the heavens shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes their sun-sorched machinery of disease.
this brutal path we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill... that would kill
a wasteland,
a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves life to commodity,
our souls committed to atrocity,
no sort of prayer can save us now but...
still we will fight down from the heavens into the arms of my mother earth.
to burn the cradle of civilization - returned to dust,
still we will fight down from the heavens
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Why Kill Innocence?
Everytime a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Everytime there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Everytime a heart is stabbed
Some1 else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
So why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why kill the innocence?
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
Full of innocence
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
KILLING INNOCENCE…
poem by Angira Chakraborty
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Paschandale
(SmithHarris)
In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimso
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Live For Violence
Armed with a knife in hand
This is my law
Flowing blood on the end
Drink it, drink all
Brought up in hell
Depends on action in agony
Gaining force casting spell
Enduring death
Aahhh! Never die young
Fight for my sound
Ooohh! Betrayers keep out
Of my sight
Live for violence
Yes I live for violence
In the midst of attack
Warrior we fight
Like a savage in a cage
See it, see me
I keep my distance
For my self preservetion
Dead line to meet
Beholder I'm in pain
Cold blooded war
Manipulating all
Battle controls
The Violence is loose
Adenalin shoots
You make me high unwittingly
We whip the flesh
We give you the best
Destroyer call
Not bad after all...
In the midst of attack
Warriors we fight...
Manipulating all
Battle controls
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The Irish Soldier
The Irish soldier, cast for fight,
Stood to his arms at dead of night,
Watching the east, until its ray
To the battle--field should show his way;--
Soldier, soldier, soldier brave,
You will fight though they call you slave,
And though you but help a bandit hand
Uncheck'd to kill in your native land.
The soldier thought on his chance of doom--
How the trampled sod might be his tomb--
How, in evening's dusk, his sightless stare
To the small pale stars might upward glare;--
Soldier, soldier, soldier brave,
You will fight though you think of the grave--
Though it yawn so near you, black and chill,
Honor and courage man you still.
And o'er his solemn brow he made
The Christian sign, and humbly said--
``Your prayers, good saints, if I should fall;
And for mercy, O Lord, on you I call!''--
Irish soldier, soldier brave,
You will fight, although you crave
The prayers of the saints your own to aid,
And the sign of the cross on your brow have made.
The morning broke--the bugle blew--
The voice of command the soldier knew,
And stern and straight in the van he stood,
And shouting, he rush'd to the work of blood;--
Irish soldier, soldier bold,
Thousands lay round you, crimson'd and cold--
But over their bodies you still fought on,
Till down you sank as the day was won.
And the Irish soldier now hath come,
Worn, and wounded, and crippled, home,
The hated, and slander'd, and scorn'd of those
Who safely slept while he faced their foes;--
Irish soldier, soldier bold,
In your native land you now are told
'Twas traitor--blood on that field you lost,
For you call'd on the saints, and your brow you cross'd!
poem by John Banim
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Dead Prayers
hearts trek
feet travel to the road
leading to unknown tombs
forgotten by the winding clocks
never remembered by the heart
and troubled souls
reach the unpainted walls
of a moss decorated crypt
and the dead souls
shouts dead prayers
only the dead can understand
what are halloween prayers anyway?
for uncaring bones
became stout by the earth
addicted by the rain of forgetfullness
and drugged by dreams gone wild
of wisdom lost
in a maze of unknown heavens
in a hell never found..
yet it is Halloween
so hearts still murmur
souls still recite
dead prayers for all
dead souls
encaged on dead tombs
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Sacred Band II
Valor hails proud souls,
begotten from blue sky,
spirits amidst eagles fly,
advancing blade's calls.
War sanctuary receives,
Four Eons of sacrifice,
Styx throttles an excise,
steel Byzantine greaves.
Their wary eyes aggress,
odd souls to harbor life,
youth's conceived strife,
to glorious fight egress.
Hands tight on sword grip,
when valor starts to slay,
blood drops mix in clay,
as wrath of gods to drip.
Twilit earth last mound,
a Delphic omen, sullen,
avid fighters 've fallen,
killed on foreign ground.
Black dressed up maids,
for centuries don't cry,
in a quarry of labors try,
their agon never fades.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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War, The Plight Of Man
The fires of war are burning, they burn forever bright
The horns of war are blowing, they summon warriors to fight
Two armies come to battle, a clash of sword and shield
And when the fight is over, blood and death shall coat the field
A test of soul and bravery, for glory wariors fight
They come to fight for honor, to test their strength and might
On fields of death and glory, the weels of war stil turn
The horn of war still blowing, the fires of war still burn
Until the world has ended, war shall be man's plight
Until no blood is left to spill, men shall come to fight.
poem by Tim Vallie
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Songs of Battle
Old as the world--no other things so old;
Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung
Such lusty strength in them when earth was young?--
Stand valor and its passion hot and bold,
Insatiate of battle. How, else, told
Blind men, born blind, that red was fitting tongue
Mute, eloquent, to show how trumpets rung
When armies charged adn battle-flags unfurled?
Who sings of valor speaks for life, for death,
Beyond all death, and long as life is life,
in rippled waves the eternal air hs breath
Eternal bears to stir all noble strife.
Dead Homer from his lost and vanished grave
Keeps battle glorious still and soldiers brave.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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All's Fair In Love and War
Who said war is civilized,
What idiot made these rules,
It was probably politicians,
That bunch of sad old fools.
Our enemies wear no uniforms,
We are dressed and on display,
While we advertise who we are,
They just go on their merry way.
We train them in the art of war,
Treat them as our friends,
Then they turn round and murder us,
Their evil then transcends.
They blow us up without a thought,
We're told, oh that's allowed,
But if we dare retaliate,
The enemy cry out loud.
There needs to be an inquiry,
Killing us is so unjust,
If you're allowed to fire back,
You won't see us for dust.
Terrorists are all around us,
They could even be you or me,
It's time our so called leaders,
Were brought out here to see,
Our enemies send in children,
We are not allowed to shoot,
We know they're going to kill us,
But our enemies are so astute.
When we kill our aggressors,
The world is in a fury,
We're then charged with murder,
Then put in front of a jury.
If they murder our brave forces,
It's just another dead,
Then when we defend ourselves,
The world goes off its head.
They can murder us for fun,
Yet no one says a word,
No courts or cries for justice,
It really is quite absurd.
If we could fight the same as them,
These conflicts would never last,
The enemy would cry foul,
Then get the hell out fast.
But we must fight a ‘'civilized war'',
We must ask before we kill,
We must follow Geneva convention rules,
While our enemies do what they will.
We must be given equality,
To fight this brutal foe,
If we can fight the same as them,
Then very soon they'll know.
We are not an easy target,
Now we can fight the same as you,
There are no rules of war now,
We can kill just as you do.
You'll no longer know your enemy,
So you'd better watch your back,
For when you least expect it,
That's when we'll attack.
Then soon you'll hear them crying,
This war's no longer fair,
We don't know who our enemies are,
Because of what they wear.
When they see there are no rules,
No restrictions on how we can fight,
They won't know what hit them,
That's when they'll see the light.
They'll then shout out that's not allowed,
Your tactics we abhor,
But we'll just say we're copying you,
‘' All's Fair In Love And War''.
New World Order
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
A new precedent in pain, a new precedent in pain
Mankind is blown to dust, mankind is blown to dust
An explosion of the Brain, an explosion of the
Brain
Spontaneously combust, spontaneously combust
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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A Mother Does Not
A mother does not raise her child for to fight and die in war
Or to kill another Human Being in a Country from home far
That her son or her daughter should at someone else shoot to kill
A person they have never known or who have never bore them ill.
Picasso's 'Screaming Woman' is for all woman kind
The mother weeps for her dead child with grief 'out of her mind'
Mothers do not raise their children for to be remembered on War Memorial Day
For to fight in war for war mongering non combatants and throw their lives away
A mother raises her son or daughter so her seed of life will live on
That her genes will still be around when she herself has gone
From the World of the living to be numbered amongst the dead
I wish for my children to outlive me that's what the mother said.
A mother does not raise her child for to meet with an early death
Not for her War Memorial Day or the words 'Lest we forget'
She wants her son and daughter for to grow old and gray
And she does not wish to hear of War and War Memorial Day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Not here? Why?
By Ombuge Moses
You always here, there, everywhere
Everyone says so
I wish you were here
How can I bring you closer?
The people have you
But they embrace you not
Do they know you?
Yes!
They like you not!
Why?
Brothers fight
Fathers fight
Neighbors fight
Women Suffer
Children cry in pain
Peace here,
Peace there,
Peace everywhere,
Peace no where
Peace not finding
Why?
In the hustles
The bustles
The dust settle
The feet are tired
The cry is annoying
Women are killed
Children are slaughtered
My neighbor says there is no peace
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
I touch my neighbor
I feel his warmth
I feel his heart beat
I realize he needs to live
To be with me
But the enemy is in him
He wants to kill me
He killed my daughter
My wife, she does not belong
Where are you
Peace, here I call
Everywhere!
Why?
Together we stand
The ground is peaceful
The soil keeps the life
The soil always welcome new germinates
Together we stand
Amidst we argue
Confront
Disagree
Conflict
Ster eotype
Separate
Disengage
Knowledge acquired
To hold
To find
To resolve
To accept
To bond
Everywhere, every time
As humans
Peaceful, to remain
But we are not!
Why?
Greed, lust confuse
We fight
We kill
My wife, stray bullet
The police so inhumane
They kill
To call, stray bullet
They shoot and denounce
They denounce, while shooting
What happened to humanity?
Peace be with you
Still awaits
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
When?
How long?
What is your color?
When you come, to notice you
To hold you, to embrace you
Suffering to stop
Peace? Which direction?
I dropp my weapon
I am peaceful
He fists his weapon
He is the enemy
Is he human?
Can he feel peace?
Smell peace?
Be peaceful?
One day, some day, that future day
Peace be with you
Peace> Shalom.
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EverCrimson War
The bloody hearts that we consume,
EverCrimson they are,
The bloody streams, crimson with terror,
Are not very afar,
For eventually war will strike,
These haven heaven lands,
EverCrimson forming round,
Death hitting sands.
Causing terror, freedom felt,
In the depths of the sea,
Where drowning can lead to freedom,
A free death possibility.
But still as this war comes,
We shall never prepare,
For this EverCrimson War,
We never daren’t stare.
For this battle will spread blood wide,
Not only blood but lost dreams,
For those that once lived,
Now dead as it seems.
Those dreams lost forever,
Never to come back,
Losing memories of childhood,
Now at severe lack.
The child at home playing,
Wanting war to end,
Never to know the death,
That EverCrimson War can lend.
For as well as dreams and death,
Souls will be lost again,
Reaching up to heaven,
But never these lonely men.
For we caused war, maybe end it,
But we started it at first,
So Mother Nature cannot be happy,
Only send us the worst.
Crimson war is bad enough,
Than having it Ever to stay,
I tell them, ‘it isn’t a game’
The dead in sorrow lay.
Listening to my words,
Understanding what I mean,
But nobody listens otherwise,
They will never wipe sins clean.
Only keep them forever,
Staining the blood EverCrimson red,
Never to be lost,
Reminding of the ones who are dead.
Those that were killed,
The ones they killed,
Hearts, lands, acres full of blood,
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
To those who fail,
Will flash crimson, go stale,
Rotting bodies, rotting blood,
Mixed in with the dying mud.
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
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Paschendale
In a foreign field he lay
lonely soldier unknown grave
on his dying words he prays
tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
last communion of his soul
rust your bullets with his tears
let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
killing time 'til my very own death
on my face I can feel the falling rain
never see my friends again
in the smoke, in the mud and lead
smell of fear and feeling of dread
soon be time to go over the wall
rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
lifeless bodies hang on barbwire
battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
be reunited with my dead friends soon
many soldiers eighteen years
drown in mud, no more tears
surely a war no one can win
killing time about to begin
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
the sea of death it overflows
in no man's land God only knows
into jaws of death we go...
Crucified as if on a cross
allied troops, they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
such before has never been seen
swear I heard the angels cry
pray to God no more may die
so that people know the truth
tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
everyman does play his part
terror of the men we kill
the human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
gun is ready as I stand in line
nervous wait for the whistle to blow
rush of blood and over we go...
Blood is falling like the rain
its crimson cloak unveils again
the sound of guns can't hide their shame
and so we die in Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbwire
running straight at cannon fire
running blind as I hold my breath
say a prayer symphony of death
as we charge the enemy lines
a burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no one hears
feel the blood go down my throat
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind
across the lines beyond the hill
friend and foe will meet again
those who died at Paschendale
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The Prisoner
Smith/Harris
On the run kill to eat
You're starving now you're dead on your feet
Going all the way nature's beast
Do what I want as I please
Run fight to breathe it's tough
Now you see me now you don't
Break the walls I'm coming out
Not a prisoner I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going ... out
If you kill me it's self defence
If I kill you then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name
I'm not a number I'm a free man
I'll live my life how I want to
You'd better scratch me from your black book
Cos I'll run rings round you
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We Are In A War We Do Not Want To Be In
WE ARE IN A WAR WE DO NOT WANT TO BE IN (An Israeli Poem – Prayer)
We are in a War we do not want to be in
We fight to survive
And regret when we kill and maim our enemies
Human beings.
We would define ourselves
As walking in the way of God
In compassion
But to survive
We cannot always be kind.
We fight to live
And yet in our souls we regret
And wonder why
We cannot just be at Peace
And give and love and be kind to
Everyone
All our neighbors.
We do not want to die
And we don’t want to kill
We want to live
And we want to love.
May God somehow bring us to true Friendship and Peace
With all of Humanity.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Common Man
When plastered billboards scream with slogans
'fight for your country, go to battle'
When media's print assults your senses,
'Support our leaders' shrieks and rattles...
And fools who don't know any better
Believe the old, eternal lie
That we must march and shoot and kill
Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill...
When press begins the battle-cry
That nation needs to unify
And for your country you must die...
Dear brainwashed friend, my neighbor dear
Brother from this, or other nation
Know that the cries of anger, fear,
Are nothing but manipulation
by fat-cats, kings who covet riches,
And feed off your sweat and blood - the leeches!
When call to arms engulfs the land
It means that somewhere oil was found,
Shooting 'blackgold' from underground!
It means they found a sneaky way
To make more money, grab more gold
But this is not what you are told!
Don't spill your blood for bucks or oil
Break, burn your rifle, shout: 'NO DEAL!'
Let the rich scoundrels, kings, and bankers
Send their own children to get killed!
May your loud voice be amplified
By roar of other common men
The battle-weary of all nations:
WE WON'T BE CONNED TO WAR AGAIN!
poem by Julian Tuwim
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