Flesh and Blood Drops
Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
Are removed...
And offenses grow to prove
An array of dismay!
Who amongst us can truthfully say...
These occurances appeared,
While we were on a leave of absence
Cleared of a consciousness that drifted away?
Or kissing the cheeks of starving children,
Dieing behind the scenes...
Of antiqued lighted picturesqued streets!
Who pays...
For displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
Could they be the ones
Whose voices are heard
Screaming from atop gleaming glass towers...
Like clipped winged birds.
Jumping!
To weed themselves from crops...
They intially described to the world,
As root rot!
Plummeting to the ground to spread...
Flesh and blood drops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Injustices
seeking injustices throughout the land
trying to give a helping hand.
people running to and fro
not knowing which way to go.
children playing in the streets
and predators around offering treats.
elderly people who can't retire
too old to work and no one will hire.
unemployment lines longer than ever
in hopes that things will get better.
gas prices are all sky rocketing
c.e.o.'s doing the pocketing.
people all around losing their homes
and not enough money to pay their phones.
the richest nation in the world
and food being thrown away
and children starving every day.
everglades and rain forests being torn apart
stealing the air that supplies our hearts.
all these injustices that we see
are all the realities.
how many more injustices can we take.
can we change them? or is it too late.
poem by Louis Rams
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Is It War
is it war? or is it murder?
(war is a declared armed hostile conflict between nations.)
but! when you have bodies laying on the ground
without arms or legs
and no one to hear you pray.
then you question all you see
and if the butchering is meant to be.
have you ever seen a person taken out of their bed
taken to a wall and shot in the head.
or a person because of their religious belief
taken from their families and left with grief.
what about someone killed because
of the color of their skin
and the hathred building within.
what about women and children being kidnapped
for human trafficking, and living like slaves
for someones riches to gain.
there is no declared war in this world right now
but the butchering is everywhere to be found.
no matter what they may claim to be
they are terrorist, unlike you or me.
they will commit suicide and pray
to be a martyr
for living life is so much harder.
they are not soldiers of war
they are murderers who take joy
in all that they do.
but their time will come
this much is true.
so many injustices in this world
created by man, now it's time
for the believers to take a stand.
if you believe in GOD, freedom, justice
peace and love
then it's time that you spread the word
for all of these things to be heard.
injustices is the battle that we must fight
for we have GODS strength and might.
do not give up, and never despair
for he will always be right here.
poem by Louis Rams
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We Will Begin to Put an End to Our Cravings
For decades we have been lied to.
And for a consciousness that is absent...
This disrespect gains our affection!
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
There is an acceptance of decadence,
Seen publicly on urban streets.
Selected diseased minds squeezing life from the poor.
Bigotry displayed like trees.
As trash is poured from our suburban doors!
We all are as guilty as the restrictive fences.
To mask the defenses planned...
Shielding the onslaught of offenses.
And keeping hidden manipulation tactics!
While most of us teach our children,
To cheat to obtain college degrees.
'We are better than 'them'...
Whoever they are,
Placed on the enemy list...
Whenever 'whomever' sees that fit! '
We are equipped with fortified delusion.
And at these prices...
Look for someone rich,
To hook up with as well.
Skip a few classes,
If in school to progress.
And concentrate on getting laid!
And when that has played out and gone...
Move on!
Learn to do that first.
But...
If you meet someone Black?
And they take out weed from their backpack...
Try to find a dope connection!
Then split if you have to.
'We' can do this!
And together...
With a unity like none ever known...
We will begin to put an end,
To our cravings that once again can thrive!
With munchies by our side.
'We' can do this!
We can keep that hope alive,
To 'earmark' and demand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Big Money
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My older brother tommy was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early hed climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it so one day I asked him why
Chorus:
He said it pays big money and man Im into that
It pays big money if youre willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure cant spend it now
Well, my late uncle charlie was this demolition hound
Hed travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars and hed wink at you and grin
Repeat first chorus
Well now the moral of this story boys, is dont go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in their will
Chorus:
That pays big money and were all into that
It pays big money and big moneys where its at
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and were rolling in it now
Chorus:
It pays big money having foolish kin
It pays big money guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money; lets all spend some of it now
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Bread I Break
This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.
Once in this time wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.
This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Cassandra
I heard one who said: "Verily,
What word have I for children here?
Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear.
"You build it altars tall enough
To make you see but you are blind;
You cannot leave it long enough
To look before you or behind.
"When Reason beckons you to pause,
You laugh and say that you know best;
But what it is you know, you keep
As dark as ingots in a chest.
"You laugh and answer, 'We are young;
Oh, leave us now, and let us grow:'
Not asking how much more of this
Will Time endure or Fate bestow.
"Because a few complacent years
Have made your peril of your pride,
Think you that you are to go on
Forever pampered and untried?
"What lost eclipse of history,
What bivouac of the marching stars,
Has given the sign for you to see
Milleniums and last great wars?
"What unrecorded overthrow
Of all the world has ever known,
Or ever been, has made itself
So plain to you, and you alone?
"Your Dollar, Dove, and Eagle make
A Trinity that even you
Rate higher than you rate yourselves;
It pays, it flatters, and it's new.
"And though your very flesh and blood
Be what the Eagle eats and drinks,
You'll praise him for the best of birds,
Not knowing what the eagle thinks.
"The power is yours, but not the sight;
You see not upon what you tread;
You have the ages for your guide,
But not the wisdom to be led.
"Think you to tread forever down
The merciless old verities?
And are you never to have eyes
To see the world for what it is?
"Are you to pay for what you have
With all you are?"--No other word
We caught, but with a laughing crowd
Moved on. None heeded, and few heard.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Conditions Change - 0940
Absence of understanding that the past
can't be applied to future trends dismays.
Conditions change. Tomorrow's dawn displays
multilevel windows, links which fast
create fresh interfaces, leave aghast
those who'd draw back where subtle interplays
call for advance, dice chance and novel ways
to seek, must earn earn in manner multicast.
Gust sweeps away lust's dust, no cultures last,
pride pays Time's price though fool 'stop icon' prays.
All evolves, kite flies from tethered stays
unstrung by unexpected stormy blast.
What brave new world can dam the winds of change?
That some presume themselves immune seems strange!
(24 May 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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They are starving for happiness
They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead
Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness
Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness
Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness
Heart full of sorrows, no glow
Hands red, can’t move long
Lot of hunger, full of blood
They are starving for happiness
poem by Monica kulal
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Where They Come From?
Bullet or a bomb
Both are blind and numb
Wall or a roof
Body or a soul
Wherever they hit
They make a pit
Make all foul
Trees and flowers
People like towers
Concrete or soil
Plastic or foil
Glass or lumber
In no time they spoil
Scenes of love
Peace and dove
They aim to destroy
Happiness and joy
Whenever they explode
It's life they erode
Flesh and blood
Spills like flood
Limbs are found
Spread on the ground
Menfolk, womankind,
Progenies altogether bind
Innocent or cunning
Waking or slumbering
Standing or running
Genius or goof
Seek no proof
Make no distinction
Just one single shot
Puts the whole world
On the verge of extinction!
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Grateful For This Consciousness
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
Bold and unafraid to speak,
About exposed injustices...
I observe on urban streets!
I realize my connection
Is linked within me deep.
I am so much a part of this,
So much I am restless...
And I can not sleep!
Told of limitations born
Upon my heritage.
Given statistics I am shown
To keep my thoughts negative!
But I am more,
Than flesh one sees of color.
My feelings are genuinely fused...
And these abusing views,
Of my brother being used
Bestows no peace,
on my mind...
Like some others!
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Shall Speak Of Light And Love…
I shall speak of Light and Love;
When human consciousness awakens
When man’s inner darkness illumines
When injustices are remedied and forgiven
When truth triumphs over lies
When brother stops killing brother
When Mothers ‘n children no longer feel pangs of hunger
When global elite concede the rights of all human kind
When the last weapon of war is dismantled
When peace everlasting replaces war
When the beauty ‘n bounty of Mother Earth is restored
When God is welcomed once again in houses of worship
When Man finds God within himself…
Then, I shall then speak of Light and Love
poem by Ray Lucero
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The moral consciousness of the world must recognize the importance of removing injustices and well-founded grievances; but at the same time it must be aroused to the cardinal necessity of honoring sanctity of treaties, of respecting the rightsand liberties of others, and of putting an end to acts of international aggression.
quote by Franklin Delano Roosevelt
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Crime Pays
Music: hall
Lyrics: hall/oates/s. allen
I know you know all the pros and cons
They help you get to everything you want
Greasing policemen bending all the rules
Make them an offer that they cant refuse
One crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
Im a nice guy I try to wait and see
If youll get caught or go free
You stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seem like crime pays
Crime pays
Beat the heat but you couldnt pay me off
Youre staying cool no matter what it costs
You get caught youll never do the time
I have to say youve got a way with one crime baby I cant forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
Its all too clear but I still dont see
Why all the guilty go free
You stole my heart and left me blue
It look like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seems like crime pays
Crime pays
It seems like crime pays
Crime pays
Catch a thief and let her go
You wont get back the love she stole
Shake her down but she dont mind
cause she commit the perfect crime ok, ok
You know I know youre a pro and con artiste
Oh baby youre a false alarm
Why do I try to play it by the rules
I was the victim but Im not a fool
You stole my heart and left me blue
It looks like crime pays for you
You do it and you get away
It seems like crime pays
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Bombs Falling (Who Pays The Price?)
the horror of
...bombs falling,
...bodies running,
........split apart,
...........torn to shreds,
warm pulsing blood
...screaming injustice
......from earth plowed
by patriotic greed.....
which side?
...doesnt matter!
.....both wrong,
.......both lies;
children's eyes,
...fixed, staring
......as if to point,
who pays the price?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let's leave beside them in another pile all the injustices which exist in the northern state.
quote by Martin McGuinness
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The Breeding Season Of The Spur Winged Plovers
The spur winged plovers breed in depths of Winter
And in the night you often hear them cry
Perhaps they scream at fox who is out hunting
As in the darkness he goes prowling by?
To where their eggs are far too close for comfort
Their alarm calls re-echo in the sky
And their shrill voices can be heard for some distance
As above their territory they scream and fly.
They do not waste their energy on nest building
And on the ground their green blotched eggs they lay
And in the breeding season they are wary
You hear them every night and every day.
When their chicks are young the plovers are quite fearless
And from their borders chase others away
They mob the currawongs and kites and kookaburras
And other birds who on their young might prey.
It is the breeding season of the spur winged plovers
And in the night their shrill voices you hear
Perhaps at fox out hunting they are screaming
As to where their eggs are he is prowling near.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Wants And Needs
everytime your hands close
on something you want, someone
else's hands are empty of
what they need.
the difference between needs
and wants, is the difference
between freedom and slavery.
be careful of what you want!
every transaction has a cost.
who pays the cost... and in the
end who pays for that?
dont let what you want own you!
dont take your wants at the expense
of someone else's needs.
we came into this world naked,
we will leave the same way.
what we cling to is only a hindrance.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Is This Note?
What Is This Note? "
Eels
( Souljacker )
The sun kisses the morning dew
just the way that I'm kissing you
The birds are tweeting in sweet harmony
Teaching the free world how to be free
The day is new and a good one too
How can I prove my love to you
I wanna give you everything
Me and the birds
Now we're gonna sing
When I wake up to your beautiful smile
Sometimes it takes me a little while
To realize that I am awake
And that living today will be
A piece of cake
And I won't keep you for myself
No you're not a toy on my shelf
The world needs to know that you're here
So spread your wings and fly, my dear
The day is new and a good one too
How can I prove my love to you
I wanna give you everything
Me and the birds
Now we're gonna sing
The day is new and a good one too
How can I prove my love to you
I wanna give you everything
Me and the birds
Now we're gonna sing
song performed by by Eels
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Take On The World
You got to leave your seat, you gotta get up upon your feet,
Youre gonna move ya to the rhythm till you never can stop.
We got the power, we got the music, and you bet that you can use it,
Were gonna take rock-bottom, were gonna take it to the top.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Move a little nearer, you know you gotta follow your leaders,
As we need you, like you need us for sure.
Were gonna drive you, were gonna ride you,
Were gonna get right inside you,
And if you wanna keep going, just shout out for more!
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Sing your song, well listen to you.
Sing your song, the spotlights are you.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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