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People Are Out To Eye For An Eye These Days

As long as a fun,
Has been had.
And considered innocent,
With a harmlessness intented done...
There should be no one offended.

Right?

However...
It's the nature of the fun that's done.
And 'if' at someone's expense,
That action taken may be regarded...
To be the reason why,
One becomes incensed.
Or furious,
With teeth clinched!

And the beginning of casting rocks,
To shatter glass windows...
May not be the 'preferred' reaction one expects.
But a message directly delivered,
Is guaranteed to awaken the do's and don'ts...
Of when to show a respect one wishes to get.

Since the times we live today...
Anyone is prone to display,
Their version of 'innocent' violence.
And not afraid to escalate the doing.

And to become victimized by a choice we make,
Would be wise to first think a process through...
Than to haphazardly take what has been done to others,
As something that will go ignored...
With an excusing of that which had an intention to do.

Cheek turning no longer is an option heard to recommend.

People are out to eye for an eye these days.
And will declare they have unshakable faith!
With an assortment of hypocritical ways to prove it.
And...
With updated and revamped, freshened scriptures.
Rapped and hip-hopped.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocent

Oh, johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With lennon and cobain and
A guitar and a stereo
And while he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
And a song that has no soul
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
Oh, I dreamed of losing faith and what she knows
And some music hits on the foreclose
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
And the galleries of war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that shed never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
One day, youll have to let it go
Youll have to let it go
No...
One day, youll stand up on your own
Youll stand up on your own
Remember losing hope
Remember feeling low
Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are all innocent (youll have to let it go)
We are, we are (youll have to let it go, no..)
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are, we are (youll stand up on your own)
We are, we are all innocent (youll stand up on your own..)
We are, we are all innocent

song performed by by Our Lady Peace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Innocent World

I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world

song performed by by Iggy Pop
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Forgiveness

What is considered most important aspect?
To lead honorable but ordinary life with respect
At any point of given time you should be able to inspect
The self assessment device which guides you to act

This is not the commodity which is easily available
Emanation of pure thoughts reflect and are readable
This is what you give to others and expect in return
Same treatment, but if not, then no hostile turn

This is how one adapts and decides to move
May be it not possible then one has to undergo trauma and prove
Not all the times, points may be understood and realized
In the long run, its credibility is not on vane and materialized

You may have unkind reception with insult
So much pain at heart with no fruitful result
Don’t fail in your attempts to search and consult
Try to swallow the bitter pill but not find the fault

If you survive at this critical moment
Half battle is won with glorious event
Rival may think with sudden thought provoking
Accept your point or regret with little invoking

Hostile reaction in mind to the treatment meted
Scuffle resulting on the words commented
Emitting poison with deliberate intention
Leaves little room for reconciliation and prevention

Forgiveness has become joke of the day
It is considered to be weapon Found in the
The weak may opt and go for its implementation
the powerful may term it as tool for augmentation

The powerful army has failed to achieve it by confrontation
They have suffered the fate in turn or rotation
Nothing can be extracted from unwilling soul
You may detest and always smell foul

How do we act when emerge as victorious?
Do we look noble and reasonable or look furious?
All these has got greater bearing in long run
Things are sorted out with reason and not with fun

It has got its relevance even today
It can prove powerful weapon of the day
We must be reasonable and politely say
What is ultimate solution to find the way?

very action has got action and equal reaction
Not necessarily every action has to be responded with action
If one breaks the chain and offers silence
Result may be fantastic with resilience……………

Incidences of small nature must be forgotten
Even ill will act also be given go bye and forgiven
this is considered best available means and always sought
Desirous result can be achieved and peace also brought

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never Would Obeyed

You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.

Things have changed so fast overnight.
Those who refused to be real with it.
Are the ones going into childish,
Temper tantrums and other childish...
Mental throwing fits.

Have you tried to get someone to heal real quick?
Doesn't it seem such a waste of time?
Especially when you know someone,
Who has never owned their own mind.
Don't you find that asinine?
When someone can't make up their mind?

Trying to find reason...
When reason wasn't hard to find!

And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.

You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.

And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.
Uh-huh
Never would obeyed.
Ooooooh,
They never would obeyed.
Uh-huh
Never would obeyed.
Ooooooh...

Never would obeyed!

You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice To Choose

There is choice to choose
Lots of grounds to gain or loose
Thoughts san action may serve no purpose
There are many things to act rather than to suppose

If you want to liberate then rise in rebellion
Don’t watch it from far end and sit in pavilion
It may need more blood and concrete action
Use of good words may invoke no reaction

Let the ground become wet with blood
Let there be hundreds of death without food
Let nature turn against for the want of support
But remember ship may turn one day at port

Armed rebellion is not the answer
This has been chosen by the fewer
Non-violence and disobedience has yielded results
Even though that has cause pain and insults

I wish whole Africa rises in rebellion
Shun the violence and resorts to campaign
No killing of innocent people and loosing of goal
Energy can be obtained by burning the coal

Ignite the passion and infuse the spirit
Hold the fire urn and take it to meet
All challenges that lay ahead in your way
Drive all the forces from your path far away

I know it may be longer
But not impossible any longer
It may create favorable condition
Where Africans may have real union

Uphold your unity and value
See the outside world with review
Work out for the mission and surge ahead
Message will be well understood and read

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shattered Image

I used to sit for hours as a kid
And dangle my feet from an old flat bridge
Seeing myself in the water below
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Im far from perfect but I aint all bad
And it hurts me more than it makes me mad
We all do things that we dont want told
And we all throw stones that we shouldnt throw
You shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
If you live in a glass house dont throw stones
Dont shatter my image til you look at your own
Look at your reflection in your house of glass
Dont open my closet if your owns full of trash
Stay out of my closet if your owns full of trash
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Dont shatter my image with the rocks you throw

song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Billy Joel's Innocent Man

(for a friend somewhere, i am dedicating this song)

Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
Some people say they will never believe
Another promise they hear in the dark
Because they only remember too well
They heard somebody tell them before
Some people sleep all alone every night
Instead of taking a lover to bed
Some people find that it's easier to hate
Than to wait anymore
I know you don't want to hear what I say
I know you're gonna keep turning away
But I've been there and if I can survive
I can keep you alive
I'm not above going through it again
I've not above being cool for a while
If you're cruel to me
I'll understand
Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
And although this is a fight I can lose
The accused is an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man
You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight
That's your decision
But I'm not below
Anybody I know
If there's a chance of resurrecting a love
I'm not above going back to the start
To find out where the heartache began
Some people hope for a miracle cure
Some people just accept the world as it is
But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes
I am
An innocent man

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reaction To Action

(spoken: check 1, 1, 1)
Alright
Its hard getting through to me
Im truly elusive
I got my own point of view
I am the one of a kind
And I tell you lil girl
Im fascinated by you
Theres something about you
That makes all the difference
Like the night is to day
Well I can get along without you
But I know that within you
Youve got what Im missing
And Ill find a way
To get reaction to action
Hey, say the word that would thrill me
Yeah, I need reaction to action
Just one look that would kill me
You got a way of drawing attention to you
You know you stand out in a crowd
But the way that you play
With any mans affections
Should never be allowed
See I consider myself
The one who will show you
Id go as far as to say
Girl, I aint leaving here without you
But you better understand
Theres only one rule in this game were gonna play
And thats reaction to action
Maybe like a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
One look that would kill me
Give me reaction to action
Its getting late Id better make a definite move
Reaction to action
And after that baby, its up to you
I need reaction to action
Just a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
You know what Im talking about
Give me some reaction to action
You got a look, you got a way thatll kill me
Reaction to action, reaction to action, action
Baby, dont think about it, just react
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.

And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.

A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.

This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.

'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned To Focus On Limitations

The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.

And 'if' that messenger had represented,
One of them
They'd be more inclined to pay attention.
But of course,
They have been conditioned to focus
On limitations to impress.
And not use their ears for listening
To a message they should address.

The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.

And it is obvious to those who know,
As to why most ears are ignorantly closed.
They want to raise the bar 'their' way.
But not with 'this' one.
Who has come to play,
Hardball with decked cards regardless.
Of what others perceive another should say.

They want to have it their way.
Even though their way betrays and begins to fade,
Those days of one's pigmentation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staying Swift On My Feet Keeps Me Peaceful

You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I've had to break away from that habit,
That addicted you...
To select which objections,
You preferred to accept.
When you allowed them to happen.
And I annoyed you as you slept!

Oh no...
Some things in my life,
I just had to let go!
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.

And too tired have I become,
From excusing myself through it...
When from you I would leave.
Only to return.
To find you still unaware and fast asleep.
And getting disrespect,
Coming at me from both ends...
I could no longer justify.
You can close your eyes and keep them closed,
For all I care.
Today I don't have those concerns.

You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I have learned,
Staying swift on my feet keeps me peaceful.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battered From The War of Delusion

My needs.
That's what they are.
For too long,
I kept them captivated...
With an absence I ignored.

My desires were explored,
In dreams and wishes.
I allowed my needs to be evaluated.
To become incompleted!
Depleted...
To live as others believed I should.
To be there with an empathy disposed,
By others quick to display insincerety.
At my expense.
I was not expected to have sense enough.

To listen and not be heard.
To care for those thoughtless...
How I spent my days.
Whether sick or crazed.
What my feelings were did not faze them at all.
I was not suppose to show them.
Or feel them below the surface of my skin.
As if I was wrapped and packaged with pretense.
I had been connected to something,
To them made no sense.
Offended I became to an ignorance.
This had to end...
With a defending against such offensiveness.

And when I announced my needs were mine...
I could not find anyone to agree,
But me.
I declared them my priority.
As well as my life!
I was called selfish.
Knowing within me I was right!
And without a fight...
I agreed and gathered my emotions.
And I set into motion my needs.

My search for happiness ended.
I had it to give.
But so few had that to offer.
They were there to pleasure others...
As if I had no other reason to live.
But to be there for them!
And no one here for me...
To encourage and restore,
An energy seeping.

That has all been changed,
When peace of mind found me!
With needs no longer questioned to identify.
No explanations to qualify or kept denied.
They were simple and scattered all over the place.
I stopped trying to find them.
With a disgrace embraced and welcomed.

And that's when they all came back...
Intact!
Battered from the war of delusion,
That I could live without my needs being pleased!
Self absorbed?
Definitely!
Apologetic?
Only God knows how much this is deserved.
And yes...
I have the nerve to confess,
I am happy!
With no ego to prove my contentment.
Or deeds done to validate involvement to prove...
Sacrifices of commitment.
Those battles have been documented!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time As We Know It

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.

There are those awaiting,
For that right time to come.
That right time to do as one wishes,
To put off to do and get those things done.

That right time to collect,
What it is that is needed believed to perfect...
A happiness surrounded with,
An exactness to accept.

Dictated and controlled as one expects!

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.

Yet...
That right time that begins for them,
Is as elusive as promises anticipated and made.
When God gives us time,
None of it can be saved.

Nor does that time God gives,
Contemplates in hesitation waiting.

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Have to Be Impossible

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.

You don't have to be,
Afraid of me.
I too,
Like you...
Have spent my moments,
Shattered.

And left alone to mend.
As days flowed into days,
Unending.

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
You see...
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.

You don't have to be,
Afraid of me.
I too,
Like you...
Have spent my moments,
Shattered.

But I refuse,
To sacrifice...
My life,
To live...
Without love.

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.
But does it make,
Much sense to you...
To sacrifice,
Your life,
To live...
Without love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A nice jokes

How to make joke out of sadness?
Cruel joke can be termed as madness
To laugh it out is simply a sign of healthy mind
Such quality is to be rarely seen and find

To cute joke at somebody’s weakness is called foolishness
Nice jokes may try to remove somebody’s loneliness
It is nice to cut joke and make others happy
He will come out of shock and get ready

What is something new in fine jokes?
What response it gets or reaction invokes?
The known friends may take it very lightly
It may take off their worries slightly

See to it that it generates no ill feeling
It must help to build confidence if willing
It just a try in right direction
It will definitely prove as good action

Some people are good at hiding the pain
They will not show it as their gain
It is indication of humble person
They may not disclose it with simple reason

Your jokes should be of innocent nature
It must help to develop the future
It may remove the misgivings of long years
It may be heard nicely by friends in their ears

It is fine always to remain in jovial mood
It serves as medicine or good nutritious food
It helps to build healthy state of mind
It may make you to feel very kind

Treat it as fine quality and heavenly sent
Prove it with normal desire for improvement
It may draw flake with adverse comment
Still it will remain as memorable moment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The People Wanted to Feel Invited

A tone of voice was not accepted.
Because of the rawness of the message delivered.
And the context of it was ignored.
As has been done a countless number of times before.
Those listening to the messenger...
Preferred to receive information that poisoned,
With sweeteners...
Initialed and italicized.
And personally handed to them before consumption.
The people wanted to feel invited.
More involved in their own demise.
Although this was not cost effective...
The compliance to their wishes was applied.
As the messengers stood aside,
To observe those ignorant...
Delight in the process of their 'digestable' genocide!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lines To Observe

I refused to yield to pressure
Even though I had nothing precious with me as treasure
It did hurt my sentiments to break me from within
They could never come to know how much depressed I had been

If I was told to leave place at once I could gladly do
If it was last option I could have agreed even if untrue
But why would they insist on me falling in their lines?
How can they pressurize me when I completely declined?

I would never leave my faith if that causes any embarrassment
If they want to have forcible conversion then it is their movement
I will cling to that path from where inspiration and strength is drawn
I shall disown any belief that has been forced upon

If we come out from our stated lines to observe
We may come across many tales of messiahs who descended on earth to serve
Laid down their lives for upholding the faith and true causes
So many citations can be had from many prophets as it was

Money and power play dominant role
It is just show off and sprit behind it is completely stolen
Religious places are made show pieces and symbol of exhibition
Where people visit not out of faith but with superstition

What difference it may make if millions are of same faith?
How does it stop innocent people falling to merciless deaths?
How come a person offering prayer is sprayed with bullet?
Who will claim and say it was only the destiny decided by fate?

I shall believe in any faith if that preaches true religion
Enough respect for humanism barred by any region
Let some one pray rising sun or respect emergence of moon
We all must feel heat while toiling hard in after noon

This was the message actually intended
It was never meant to be offended
All messages meant for masses were carefully worded
To be professed and adopted were later on distorted

I feel like crying when regretfully listen to cruelty
Have we stooped so below to insult the almighty?
We hanged them to death and took away the life
Yet they preached and professed without fearing knife

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Innocent Times

By eric clapton and marcy levy
I was a child born so free;
It seems that time has put age on me.
And when I grow old, will I once again find
All of those sweet, innocent times?
I was a child born without fear;
It seems that time has placed me here.
With no freedom to laugh, theres more reason to cry.
I really miss those innocent times.
I used to feel joy in my soul,
But now my sorrow has taken control.
As I look around I pray, lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times.
As I look around I pray, lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times,
Just one more taste of those innocent times.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Riot, a Voice in the Fire

You voice calls out through fire
Is violence all you ever knew
What are you seeking to be heard
When the sky is lit with anger
You voices become lost in a scream
And looters steal from everyone
Without a care for the cost they inflict
This is no revolution in this town
Just a fight against your boredom
Lay down you arms and speak clear
Your voice calls out through fire
While the innocent look on afraid
Their message has been stolen
In the actions you have undertaken
I can see blood on your hands
You are free and freedom is glory
Until you abuse it for terror
What of the freedom of the innocent
What about their voice being heard
Your voice calls out through fire
I don’t even want to listen
Let it burn and pray you will burn with it
Your voice called out in fire

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Queen does no wrong

Mother Queen does not wrong,
Cared and ruled so long,
Name so famous among,
Occupied the throne where sat the sing

Worded for the poor and people,
Stood for cause and never show might,
Judged the people and delivered right,
Long vision and never out of sight,

So imposing quite and natural,
Looked after more areas rural,
Visited in person and orders oral,
Stood on grounds with high morale,

You were right choice
As Kingdom had no heirs,
You were heard with powerful voice,
People submitted without any noise,

You are bless with knowledge and power,
Benevolent ruler and stand as tower,
Names can be counter among fewer,
No misrule, no lawlessness, fear never,

We all loved, cared and admired,
Never a shot against innocent fired,
Thoughts you had deep in mind,
Never missed a kings you were kind,

All queens may be kind and gorgeous,
Look so fresh and always generous,
never an error as aided by councils,
Not a wrong step and also erroneous,

Peasant happy trader’s joys,
Education more for girls and boys,
Fountains, gardens with full of toys,
State considered ideal where no ploys,

Days of divine rights of king,
No sirens and ear bell ring,
No more songs in praise to sing,
Everybody’s choice and people’s wing,

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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