In Rejection Mode
What rights of mine,
Are they fighting for?
The poor of these wars,
Still remain bitter and sour...
And getting even poorer.
The hungry and the homelessness,
Creeps upon front doors.
And warmongers have made self righteousness...
A vision of risks and accepted conflicts.
What rights of mine...
Defends this fighting all the time?
Everywhere I turn,
My needs are ignored.
Yet to the frontlines is where I'm sent,
To duck bullets on foreign shores.
No matter what I've done...
I'm abhorred! I'm shunned.
And the more I feel I will 'always' be 'me'...
That is used as a weapon,
To add to their growing list of enemies.
And even if I train to fight and defend my place...
I'm despised.
Disrespected.
Often I'm stunned to face a public disgrace.
Bitter doesn't matter when this is about race!
And nothing shown throughout history,
Has proven that fighting works!
As I experience thoughts of what progress can be...
Corruption is exposed to all,
Supported by thieves and endorsed by jerks.
Patriotic I am...
But my needs have become sabbatical.
I'm often regarded a radical.
But I'm not the one...
Fanatically birthed!
There's a dignity I honor,
With a shown self worth.
I have not lost my self respect,
Choosing to abuse my senses...
With displays I regret!
Or endorse building fences.
Those in rejection mode...
Cling and hang onto perks!
Destroying nature and humanity,
By a freedom assisted by threats and alerts.
What rights of mine are 'they' fighting for?
The only rights I see,
Is an elusive peace...
Attached to a fading reality!
That is not my wish that frees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Soldier
You're off in war
While the love of your life is here
Be sure to come back
Be sure to come back for her
Don't forget the sights of our U.S.A.
The freedoms along with every privilege
Every privilege
Every privilege
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
Our affection is w/ you along w/ our pride
Keep us alive
Keep us alive
the tattoo on your arm reminds you of death
And friends who have died
The friend who has died
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
Down on her knees your mom prays for you
She's begging the Lord to bring you home safe
Come home safe
Please come home safe
Fly in the sky w/ all of your crew
Don't close your eyes the enemy stays true
You know what they can do
You know what they can do
(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight
*song for my amazing uncle overseas right now
Human Chronicles
saddened again...
to hear reports of violence
from around the world.
people, everyday people,
killed in an instant,
by rogue gunfire.
and people fighting for freedom,
standing up at all costs,
for their basic human rights.
fighting for food and shelter
in the 21st century!
the furious rabble of anger,
religions hating other religions.
fighting for the 'only god',
the 'only truth'...
and they dont even know
for whom they fight!
more earthquakes in Japan.
destruction, despair, desolation...
and yet they keep whaling!
rabid mindless fighting
in the Middle East.
threats of nuclear war,
oil, and more oil!
fighting over which side
of the street god walked on!
mosques, and temples,
weeping...
while the images of both gods,
turn away in shame!
Eorpoean countries failing,
economic collapse!
unrest in China,
boiling between the lines...
too many people
with too few rights!
Tibet, ravaged, raped, plundered...
while the world turns away!
starvation in Africa,
poverty in Haiti,
fighting in Mexico...
the list goes on...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Freedom Riders
we are born to fight cause freedom
we ride forth constantly in cause freedom
we must speak fight for all who cannot
or will not fight
cause freedom
for themselves
but cause freedom
is not fighting deception oil wars
cause freedom is human rights
human rights regardless
of age race religion gender
for all citizens of this planet
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our Veterans of Fought Wars
Those who profess to be patriotic.
And sway hypnotically,
In both praise and song.
Yet allow their soldiers...
To lay homelessly in their streets.
With lost dignities and no food to eat.
Day and night long!
Sickens me with their high brow hypocrisies.
When our veterans of fought wars...
Are treated as if poison,
Oozes from their pores.
With many of them still left abandoned.
To fight and struggle in danger.
On foreign shores ignored.
And I hear the voices scream,
About their liberties being demeaned.
With their marketed decadence,
On the top of their lists.
Upholding interests of greed.
Denied to those who died and still bleed.
To keep them and their democracy...
Entertained and irresponsibly freed.
Dedicated:
To our military veterans.
Especially those still fighting for their rights,
After fighting in Viet Nam.
And those conflicts today that continue on!
My heart goes out to you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Street Fighting Man
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Fighter Left
The fighter paused, grimaced and left,
After the creation, after the rights.
His fight found a reality behind the scenes,
The real survival is an object of material nature,
It is picked up, paid to a man when in collision.
There is death and dishonour, full teaching of rights,
When fighting became a dishonesty,
A dignity of strength, like the infinite guess
Overtaken and overridden.
The man who fought was a survivor,
Like the wisdom so inspired.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Truth And Justice...
we do not go to war to protect freedom,
we go to war to buy and sell the free
for the profit of the machine...
do you want a just war?
keep kicking people out of their houses,
taking their jobs, destroying their familes,
and leaving their children hungry...
keep banning books, taking away individual
rights.... keep putting you hand on the common....
and they will rise, and overthrow you!
violence is the wrong answer...
but if you push a peaceful man in a corner,
and abuse his family, he will come out fighting!
you cannot continue to enslave by skin color, religion,
sexual orientation, political views, or economic
status....
too many people see the lie...
too many people are sick of the lie....
and the people you've fooled into fighting
each other, into hating each other...
will join together, and take back their dignity...
hunger cuts through illusion, and demands an answer.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken Soldier
Here stands a broken soldier
One that has fought for his life
One who has fought for your rights
One who has fought with no end
And has asked for nothing in return
Here stands a broken soldier
Much like any other
Just trying to make it through the day
Helping to keep a nation together
There is no wish for fame
No wish for glory
You may not even know his name
Still you know he is a hero
This broken soldier
Has seen his share
He has learned much more
Than what you will learn from books
He has face you each and every worst fear
He has met pain
And death was always a close friend
Knocking on his door
Waiting to be let in
But this soldier
Wasn't ready to give in
He may wonder a street
And pass you by
Yet he is still fighting by your side
And for your rights
He may seem unimportant
For he played such a small part in this huge parade
But in a war
When he is fighting
That small part becomes the parade
And helps a thousand times more than you'd think
This broken soldier knows the risks
He knows the possibility
And yet he fights
For your rights
For your Justice
And at your Liberty
poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira
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Withering Rights
On my mind are these times.
With their withering rights.
And those who fight for entitlements,
Without one day spent...
Feeling obligated to answer a call of duty,
To protect and defend them.
While losing a vitality of their 'rights',
Overnight!
And visably shrinking to shrivel,
From their sight.
Leaving most people to feel uptight.
Like spoiled little kids...
Denied their demands for candy.
And on my mind I find,
A comfort still exists...
To rhyme it all with reason,
For purposes to increase my happiness.
And on my mind,
Regardless if it is accepted...
I am going to keep it real for myself.
Regardless of withering rights.
And those deciding to fight for them.
I owe it to myself,
To reach for heights.
Since in my sight...
They will not wither to leave me wondering,
Why this was allowed as I stood and watched.
My rights to life my life as I like,
Are not going to wither.
My rights to dream,
Are still mine to accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worth fighting for
i'd rather die form your hands than mine
so come on if your going to hit me come on
i would rather die then hit you back
and i wont, no, i'll be nice
i don't think i will fight back
make him look bad
make him look crazy
i could fight back but for what
for nothing
and the reason i will do nothing because it is not worth fighting for
i'm not scared
why should i
unless it is worth fighting for
there is no point to fight
the only thing i want is to be alone
crazy i am
am i crazy
i am crazy
i will never fight unless it is worth fighting for only if worth fighting for
poem by Fred Chamberlain
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The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
From a mere boy
Being raised by the wolves
Living in the darkness for just too long
Something just went so wrong
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Was it a death so desperately
Forever in misery
A loves tragedy
Is always so sad to see
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
The not so dead family
A murder held with in their arms
With no recourse
With no remorse
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
He's the alternate ending
As the light comes to pass
Shadows lurk
They shouldn't be disturbed
Let them rest in peace
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Festered hate fills his eyes
As he is victimized
By those desecrated his loves ones grave
Becoming of the nightly terrors
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
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politics ***** RAP FOR YOUR RIGHTS!
as inspired by Bob Marley reggy songs
Stand up for your rights!
either this line is
a song being sung
a rap being rapped
an expression being expressed
a ballad by ballader
a verse by preacher
a slogan by freedom fighter
a human rights philosophy
an exhausted disgusting make-believe
militants subversive fellow's
exploited rights
whatever connotations
denotations
tailed on this intuitive rights
you are fighting for......
stand up!
get up!
don't sleep on it!
and shame not to vigil with
winning or losing at the end
otherwise you are like
a thirsty frog
croaking in the middle
of Sahara desert!
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Soldier
Am a soldier at war
I have never seen violence
Because when I fight there is still
Silence
I have no weapon except
My heart it doesn't fire
Zinc bullets it only fires
Pink feelings
Am a soldier at war
Fighting for my other leg
For if am not successful
I will fall
Am a soldier that shows
True colours I fight with
Passion for I don't need
A camouflage suite to hide
Am a soldier that doesn't
Salute but holds on to his
Heart with no malice pollution
Am a soldier at war with
A warm heart but fighting
Against ice cubes
Am a soldier fighting for
A nocturnal issue which is
Replacement
Am a soldier that doesn't
Listen to any sergeants
Commands only my heart
shall give me an order
Am soldier fighting for
THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
poem by Atlay Mwenifumbo
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Race To The Fire
(dieter bohlen)
Producers for bonnie: dieter bohlen & luis rodriguez
Race to the fire
All the wheels are turning
All alone just in a lonely world
Yeah baby
Maybe love is a lonely number
Cant you hear the wheels of thunder
Theyre driving deep into your heart
Feelings theyll never be torn apart
Maybe hes the man behind the wire
Hes living in a world of fire
He sailed his ship alone
Theres a heart but theres no home
*race to the fire
All the wheels are turning
All alone just in a lonely world
Till the end of the time
Hes fighting the crime
Thats no lie, my baby
**race to the fire
To the end of eden
To the city of the lost and found
He is too proud to cry
Or too live with a lie
Take him seriously, baby
** * race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire
Hes fighting for your rights
Race to the fire
Race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire (fire)
Only the strong survive
Maybe hes goin through the motions
Theres a shadow of devotion
Its showin his destiny
One minute past eternity
Oh maybe good things dont last forever
Hes living just now or never
No mountain is high enough
Times are getting really tough
(* repeat)
(* * repeat)
(* * *repeat)
Race to the fire
Fighting for your rights
Race to the fire
Time is on his side
Race to the fire
Two hearts collide
Race to the fire
There is no crime
(* repeat)
Race to the fire
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Racism Poem - Where Racism matters
i live in a country
multi racial in nature
where certain communities
enjoy special rights
the politicians keep asking
why there is racial polarisation
well, if i have special rights
i will make sure i really
get the best deal of it all
i will not be a stupid fool
or even modest
no two way about it
that includes telling others
to be aware that they do
not have special rights
drawing the line doubly clear
just in case they
infringe on these rights
rights to everything special
housing, education,
medication, career advances
etc, etc, etc
and of course
i would make
every citizen aware
they are living in a society
where racism matters
because it is a matter
of life and death
for those with special rights
and of course for those
without the rights to
keep decently quiet about it
or else these special rights
could mean the rights
to take away things
dearest to them
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Those of The Crumpets and Tea Party
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
In an uproar over spending,
That the government attempts to prevent.
This movement is relentless...
In showing their contempt.
Although they've acquired wealth,
By denying others to gain.
They refrain from being labelled racists.
Preferring 'conservative' names.
Conducting protests,
To keep their greed digested.
They wish to continue their interests...
That have shown them to be,
Thieves of neglect.
Isolating in separation,
From those they've made poor.
Their values and standards...
Have depleted economic doors.
And even though on their own shores,
A welcomed corruption was adored.
They insist there is a need for more of it.
Regardless who is crushed...
By a leeching that has benefitted,
Their tastes to luxurize...
And fatten their own thighs.
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthy Of The Suffering
So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.
So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.
So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.
But if someone should step on my toes...
And I'm sure I am like many others,
Who are not deluded by deceit.
And that person proceeds,
To slap me where I stand...
I will not quote Biblical scriptures.
Nor not a cheek will I turn.
And my extended hand,
Done to welcome.
Then becomes a balled fist!
I'm sure I am not the only one,
Who feels like this!
I will then seek a weapon...
With an intention to use it,
Against anyone who believes what is mine...
Is theirs for the taking!
My reality is not a myth scripted in Hollywood.
I will deliver an equality of pain!
And/or solicit assistance!
Call me an enemy if that is what you wish!
However,
If you are familiar with nightmares...
I will try to apply one that comes custom made!
Those living in peace,
Choose to do so.
And they will defend it!
No matter what the perpetrators...
Coming to destroy what they value,
Call their nonsense to inflict upon them.
I'm sure they are not the only ones,
Feeling like this!
Although there are some...
With a disturbing ignorance,
To rule over others!
Proving this can be done!
And in these cases,
Some may need...
A quickly delivered mental upgrading!
Not a weapon used to date...
With advance uses of technology,
Has produced a smidgen of peace!
Unless they were prematurely deceased.
Believing these barbaric acts...
Are worthy of the suffering done,
To receive a forgettable honorable mention.
Hopefully with names pronounced correctly,
Of those donating their lives as sacrifices...
To uphold the rights of others who could care less.
So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.
So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.
So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.
However...
Better odds,
Could be obtain from any gambling casino!
And with a higher return for the wastefulness,
Of the investment.
And with loans provided...
For anyone foolish enough to believe,
They can actually correct their stupidity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A rioter with a Molotov cocktail in his hands is not fighting for civil rights any more than a Klansman with a sheet on his back and mask on his face. They are both more or less what the law declares them lawbreakers, destroyers of constitutional rights and liberties and ultimately destroyers of a free America.
quote by Lyndon B. Johnson
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... it's simply wrong to always order kids to stop that fighting. There are times when one child is simply defending his rights and damned well should be fighting.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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