Comes to Take Command
Whatever they do to divide,
They will.
This is nothing new.
It's just out there now,
For more to view.
This is about a few demented.
Who believe their power is in money,
And in weapons invented.
This is about a control,
To further devastate...
The minds of those in a consciousness,
With no desire to continue spreading,
Their racist demonic hate!
Whatever they do to divide,
They will.
Maim the innocent...
And those defenseless they kill!
However quick or slow it's done.
Their mission is to rule and conquer,
Over everyone!
But...
Surprise!
That ain't gon' happen!
Something more powerful than man...
Comes to take command!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racism Today
The racist cloaks his loathing thoughts
behind deceiving eyes
Those men who once wore hoods and robes
Today wear shirts and ties
Their methods changed but yet and still,
Their mission is the same
Today they lynch with politics,
the racist's favorite game
Divide and conquer is their plan
to keep minorities
From seeing that the forest lies
just shortly past the trees
Racism lurks within the press,
courthouses, banks and schools
Black folks convinced that all is well
have certainly been fooled
A racist underground exists,
a chilling fact indeed
They seek to kill, steal and destroy,
We can't let them succeed
poem by Steven Taylor
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My Prayer Sestina
Some serve the Lord
Some serve the Devil
Those who embrace God, embrace Love
Those who embrace Lucifer, embrace Hate
Satan wants to conquer and Divide
God wants to bring us all Together
Bring us Together
Dear Lord
Stop the Divide
And smite the Devil
With his unholy Hate
Teach us to better Love
We will Love
To be Together
And end Hate
Dear Lord
Banish the Devil
And end the Divide
"Conquer and Divide"
Not Love
Demands the Devil
Bring us Together
My Lord
And end all Hate
Lucifer loves Hate
And wants to Divide
Us Oh, Lord
Through your Love
Bring us Together
To defeat the Devil
Only the Devil
Can bring Hate
Of us Together
To Divide
Us from your Love
Dear Lord
The Devil tries to Divide
Turn his Hate to Your Love
And bring us Together as one, Dear Lord
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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Ordinary Days
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds just what he's looking for
And like a shooting star he shines
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can
If we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
As he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Though they did not feel no
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger for I feel
I've held him for all of time
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee
And you must be
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door I saw that boy
Standing there with a deal
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Money
Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease.
Money exists to be spent:
To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent.
Be careful with money,
Money is not a faithful honey.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Blood Was On Sheet
Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see,
when I was keeping open my wound
to hear the unheard scream?
What was that which was getting in air?
A little disjointed time, asking
peace for the land
to stop the moulding on the medallions?
The divide and hate the hate and divide
the kill the kill the kill of mercy
and this was to be believed, not to believe
in the grim fate of the fall.
Pain was you was me was him
the guilt of chewing polluted words
to accept the uncertain,
the naked lies.
Blood was on shirt blood was on sheet
blood was on paper blood was in eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Kali Yug - Age of Quarrel & Hypocrisy
Authors of confusion,
Cause perennial intrusion,
Creating an illusion,
Enshrined in delusion,
To prevent harmonic fusion,
Of truthful re-union,
Aiding societys’ corrosion,
Towards a SATANIC vision,
Adjusting UNIVERSAL traction,
With every evil fraction,
Creating demonic actions…
Spreading ill will,
Innocent blood will spill..
For a cheap thrill,
People will kill,
Hit, hurt or maim,
In the Devils’ evil game,
Spreading his evil shame,
In this ‘planetary’ frame..
poem by Kalke Anawkam
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The Great Divide
(michael p. heeney, jackson leap)
Well I could swear
This king size bed
Keeps getting wider
And I could swear
A strangers laying by my side
And I can swear a long dark valley lies between us
And there aint no way to cross the great divide
Chorus:
The great divide
Aint in colorado
Its the distance that weve somehow grown apart
The great divide
Oh that rivers sorrow
We cant rebuild
The bridge we burned
Between our hearts
And lord knows we both tried hard
At crossing rivers
But pride runs as deep
As it is wide
And the love that once could conquer any mountain
Has reached the edge of the great divide
Repeat chorus
The great divide
Aint in colorado
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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The media's the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that's power. Because they control the minds of the masses.
Calculator
Turned on.
Punch in any number,
But before you do,
Let me insinuate some things to subtract, add, multiply, & divide.
First, add the years you've spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
Second, subtract the dignity diminishing as each year goes by.
Third, divide the spermicide
Eating at your pride
You have no access to happiness
Divide the children pertinent to each man
Don't get too shocked now.
Gotta get to work.
Divide, divide, divide.
Fourth, multiply the times spent with your legs open
Like a 24-hour convenience store.
And what did you get?
A man's spermicide
Eating at your pride
Making babies like you're taking a shit
Subtracting your dignity
In addition to the years spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
All of this - for a man's convenience.
Now I know why you hate math.
poem by CDM Anderson
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The most powerful person
Wealth, power, respect,
…….He had everything.
Dozens of servants,
Working under him.
His each second,
Was worth a million.
He had the power,
Power to control people
And the power to command respect.
But this powerful person,
Who had dozens of servants
Was himself a servant! ! !
A servant to……
His addiction of tobacco!
Oh! what a pity,
A person so powerful
Was under the control,
Of something so petty!
Power lies……
Not in controlling others,
But in the control
Of Yourself and Your Will.
poem by Ruby Moses Ezekiel
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Gun Toters
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
With given and granted sentiments,
To do things documented...
As a tradition,
That is becoming more demented!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
With a purpose to hunt anything that is deemed,
Game for sport
And other games supported...
To distort,
Reasons to sell...
And cavort if licensed.
An unapproved I.D.
Could get one a weapon...
Over the internet easily.
To market on the street...
In exchange for drugs.
Or something even more devious,
Secret and discreet!
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
Be granted sentiments,
To do things documented as being demented?
Some laws followed today,
As rules in dusted books...
Were clearly devised,
At a time when geese would fly...
At shot by Quakers.
Seeking meals to satisfy!
Now reasons to keep guns under pillows,
Mattresses and near to the bed...
Says a lot about insecurities.
And the fear in people's heads.
They get no sleep...
Awaiting a prowler instead!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
Only to witness their children die...
From needless accidents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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The Great Divide
In the canyons of the great divide
Familiar places that we can run and hide
Are filled with strangers
Walking in our houses alone
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
On the horses of the carousel
She rides alone with you and me
She rides like she knows
Wherever she goes, well be there
On the carousel
Life is going well
Anyone can tell were in love
On the carousel
Youre gonna like the way you feel
You and i, we got caught down there
In the twisted canyons of the great divide
We walked the floor
Now we dont go there anymore
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
I dont fit in too well
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
song performed by by Neil Young
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You Have A Story
Big brothers disciples may call you a never do well
But you have a story as much as they have to tell
Maybe not a story of fame and success
But you have a story for to tell none the less
And success is different in everyone's eyes
For no two think exactly the same as we ought to realize
Some do not judge success on the honours you've won
But by the kindness you've shown and the good deeds you've done
In a success driven age where greed is seen as okay
And the winner takes all things used not be that way
The gap keeps on widening in the social divide
And the idea of a fair go for all seems to all but have died
And the energy of money to the ego is fuel
And those who desire power most are those who do rule.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Integers
When you were learning
how to kill,
somebody was beheading my faith.
There was lint in my eyes
and the lathyrism
of numbers.
In raw emotions
you took away everything from me
I was left with an entire whole.
Still I will owe you
a minus zero when fight for numbers
will break out.
Who are those people,
that were sharing the divide?
How much will remain when you divide death?
poem by Satish Verma
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Disappearing Fences
Shepards from the cosmic come.
Prepared to invade this dimension fading.
Obvious is the mental lift they gift.
Dissolving quick are traditions drifting.
Are we not in this universe?
Arriving to leave a planet we call Earth.
Some have decided to conquer and divide.
To rule with delusions of who dies,
And who shall reside.
But this barbaricness soon comes to an end!
Nothing keeps an awakening that reaps...
Nor is there a defense,
To protect those behind disappearing fences.
Blending without blood shed to bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Are Less Fortunate Then You
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Creating a martial law.
Protesters are silenced with the sounds gun fire.
Lethal force has been authorized.
And blood pours and pools right under our feet.
Their is no going back.
Their is no retreat.
That flag marks the day of defeat.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Monsters with innocent faces.
The poison in this water has become so tasteless.
Does this mean it won't kill?
The fight for the freedom of the defenseless.
Let our crys be heard.
Let them hear us all over the world.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Divide us into groups of races, religions, classes and other discrimination's.
It doesn't change that we are all made of this flesh.
With hearts that all beat the same.
We all bleed the same.
No matter the cage we're imprisoned in.
This won't change.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
Consolidation.
The gathering of a nation.
Make us one.
Make us whole.
Destroy this void.
With armies sent to destroy.
Under political control.
All we ask for, all we want, all we seek is the right to be as we are.
Is our very existence so wrong?
That no haven or shelter shall be given to those who less fortunate then you, then you, then you?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Distorted Religious Agendas
'with religious propaganda
of the most fundamentalist
half baked semi accurate
dangerous twisted bigoted... '
unlearned kind; texts scriptures
are tailor altered twisted out
of context to serve purposes
new religious distorted agendas
all religions attract adherents
religion subverted subpoenaed
used abused politically enshrined
a historically tested Nazi copied
technique which power binds
believers patriotic deceivers
into surge charismatic states
promoting vile national agendas
beware nationalistic causes
which spew rage hate agendas
fear divide conquer scenarios
which persecute innocent souls
embrace all races creeds
honour ethnic diversities
uphold rights of minorities
love blessed philosophies
First stanza quotation from the poem 'Beware Racist Ignorance Religiously Justified' by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Terror-struck?
When terror strikes your very doors,
Unleashing deaths like ‘bolts from blue’,
And taking all by surprise too,
Just ask yourself why this happens?
When terror struck your neighbor’s doors,
And you defended militants,
Not bringing them to justice fast –
God measures you in like measure?
No sane of hearts will terrorize!
No human beings good will kill;
No hate-less souls can kill by scores;
All those on earth must love brethren.
Death is the same that comes to all;
Death is tragic when premature;
Death of children is heinous crime;
Just evil minds car-bomb brothers!
Terrorists cause panic, chaos;
Terrorists spread fear through bullets;
Terrorists gain, when we divide;
No God will support evil-minds!
Let world unite to fight terror!
Let none protect a terrorist;
Let lives of citizens be safe;
Let’s value lives across the globe!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-17-2009
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Powerless Money – The Hidden Secret
You can buy bed from money but you cannot buy sleep.
You can satisfy your lust from money but cannot buy love.
You can buy corrupts from money but cannot buy honesty.
You can buy cage for birds but cannot buy there cheerfulness.
You can buy schools for kids but cannot buy there playfulness.
You can build house from money but not a home from money.
You can buy paintings of artists but cannot buy there creativity.
You can buy medicines to kill pain but cannot buy feelings that give pain.
You can buy a coffin for a dead body but cannot buy a life for him.
You can buy flesh and meat to eat but cannot buy a life for them.
You can buy the beautiful flowers but cannot buy fragrance of flowers.
You can buy poems of poet but cannot buy emotions of there heart.
You can do many things with money
still you will see that you are helpless.
Life will no more be graceful
and you will see how money is so powerless.
Money is given power by those who want to rule you.
- By those who want to rule your body and mind.
- By those who want to make you dance as a puppet.
- By those who want to sale your talent in market.
And we are doing all this, making money more and more powerful.
And we forget that money is so powerless, may be we are a big fool.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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