Raised From Birth
People do not suffer,
From their faith.
Or an abundance of it in practice,
Everyday and kept active.
People suffer from the wrong beliefs.
And a mind that is programmed...
That has been taught to feed,
By teachings of thieves.
Who then show them methods of greed.
To spread and release.
People adopt to philosophies,
That tag others with labels.
To assist in the lifting,
Of feelings that isolate them...
In divisions that split.
Into inferior mentalities,
That impresses with a dominance.
And imposes a superiority.
People have been raised from birth,
To replace a self hatred.
That makes others worship failure,
Which allows a thirst.
Cursing themselves and everyone...
With wishes to become the chosen ones.
And be viewed as the only ones,
God sees as first.
Eventually a destruction is dispersed.
And conflicts arise that threatens their demise!
People do not suffer from a faith that is unbroken!
People with a depth of it,
Would keep themselves grounded.
Unshakened with it as it is shared and spoken!
People with faith would never be undone.
Unless it was never there.
Erased and replaced by something else.
That came to chase away a faith...
And kept them praying,
Everyday!
And yet displaying...
Absolutely none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nigeria: The slumber
Nigeria, a people that suffer
A people that strive, a people that hunger
A people in a dark, deep and dangerous slumber
A people whose greed, ignorance and corruption linger
Whose deep wound heals on one side
but bleeds on the other
A people dragged into the mud
by those that arise from the mud
A people of democracy
A democracy of mediocrity
A democracy of evil greed
A democracy of rotten seed
A people of careless leadership
A people of spineless followership
Nigeria,
A plastic face
A prideless deep
A shameless she
Of salvage leaders
Nigeria, my country
Drowning in the pool of its blood
Spilled by its children
Nigeria, my country,
Moving in a circle
A cycle of religion
A cycle of tribe
A cycle of corruption
A cycle of destruction
Nigeria, my people
A people that suffer
A people that thirst
A people that hunger
A people in a deep, dark and dangerous slumber
A people whose light grows dimmer
Whose hope grows slimmer
Till eyes rise from the slumber
And greed appreciates hunger
And true voices shout like thunder
And willed feet stump and say no longer! !
Nigeria,
A people that suffer
A people that hunger
A people in a dark, deep and dangerous slumber….
poem by Andrew Ahile
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Back To The People
I wasnt very happy when you let me down
Still Ive made my own decision
Im gonna get back to the people , put my faith around
Back with the people , get up off the ground
Livin life was easy when you were by my side
Now youre gone , its too much effort
Now Im gonna get back to the people , put my faith around
When youre back with the people , nothing brings you down
Im gonna get back with the people , put my faith around
When youre back with the people , nothing brings you down
Using what Ive learned and living what I preach
Makes the hard thing very easy
Now Im gonna get back to the people , put my faith around
When youre back with the people ,nothing brings you down
Im gonna get back to the people , put my faith around
When youre back with the people , nothing brings you down
Im gonna get back to the people , put my faith around
When youre back with the people, nothing brings you down (fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Running With A Faith That Is Done
With a stumbling numbed,
And...
Going through the paces.
So many people on the run,
But with a faith they choose to keep.
They are stumbling numbed,
And...
Feeling dedicated.
And...
Many feeling so elated,
With their sticking to beliefs.
They may show their wounds,
But...
People keeping faith will make it.
With their sticking to beliefs.
People know they can't fake,
A sticking to beliefs.
Even with heartache...
Or a stumbling numbed.
People keeping faith will make it.
With their sticking to beliefs.
People know they can't fake,
A sticking to beliefs.
Even with heartache...
Or a stumbling numbed.
They may show their wounds,
But...
With a stumbling numbed,
And...
Going through the paces.
So many people on the run,
But with a faith they choose to keep.
Not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Not to be undone,
With a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And with a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And with a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Keeping pace that keeps them running...
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
People keep their faith when running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith-walkin People
Well, it seems with you
There is something new
Every time I turn around.
Oh, I never really know quite what to expect,
But it wont get me down.
cause I know you bring
Each and everything
Just to teach me how to live.
And the secret of it all is trusting in you,
And the wisdom you give.
So say goodbye to the feelings,
cause the feelings go away.
Say goodbye to the people,
cause the people never stay.
And say goodbye to the future,
When it blinds you to today.
And say goodbye to the reasoning
Thats standing in the way,
Oh, weve got to break away.
Break away to be
Faith-walkin people,
You cant rely on everything you feel.
Faith-talkin people,
We must discern whats really real.
Faith-walkin people,
You cant believe in everything you see.
Faith-talkin people,
Seems like such a mystery.
Daaa...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba dah...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba lat-dah dat dah.
But in all the earth
There is nothing worth
Half as much as life with you.
cause the people and things were countin on here,
Theyre gonna pass away too.
But I dont understand
Everything hes been,
But I dont really have to know.
cause hes giving me a joy thats filling my heart,
But Ive learned to let go.
So say goodbye to the feelings,
cause the feelings go away.
Say goodbye to the people,
cause the people never stay.
And say goodbye to the future,
When it blinds you to today.
And say goodbye to the reasoning
Thats standing in the way,
Oh, weve got to break away.
Break away to be
Faith-walkin people,
You cant rely on everything you feel.
Faith-talkin people,
We must discern whats really real.
Faith-walkin people,
You cant believe in everything you see.
Faith-talkin people,
Seems like such a mystery.
Daaa...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba dah...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba dat-dah dat dah.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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People In the City
… people eat junk food and curry
because they are always in a hurry
… people collide into each other
without saying sorry
… people talk on mobile phones
in high pitch tones
… people hardly ever smile
because they are paranoid or shy
… people suffer from obesity
because they drive everywhere
… people inhale polluted air
because of fumes in the atmosphere
… people litter the streets
because the penalty fines are too cheap
… people commit crimes in the streets
because there aren’t enough cops on the beat
… people are always late
because the railway tracks are out of date
… people live on credit
because they pay bills by direct debit
… people are unable to relax
because they pay high income tax
… people suffer from stress
because they never rest
poem by Margaret Aberdeen
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I Have Faith
Can't get down I've seen the light
I made the choice and chose the right
I'll put in trust take out the hate
don't tell me I can'tcause I have faith
I have faith in people they have faith in me
I have faith in my society
If you've got a problem put your trust in me
I'll never pretend that I can't see
I have faith in the human race
the world's got problems
the world's got fears
but my trust in people
makes me not scared
the world's got riots
the world's got fights
but I trust people will see the light
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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People Who Believe
It's too bad,
People are sad.
And walk around mad...
For someone else to claim it.
And call sadness their own.
While those who are glad,
And happy for reasons.
Seem pleased with themselves,
When no one else is there...
To leave the moans alone!
The people who believe,
Keep faith.
The people who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
People who believe,
They keep faith.
People who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
It's too bad,
People are sad.
And walk around mad...
For someone else to claim it.
And call sadness their own.
But...
People who believe,
Keep faith.
People who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
Those who are glad,
And happy for reasons.
Seem pleased with themselves,
When no one else is there...
To leave the moaners alone!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
Peace of mind arrives.
The people who believe,
Keep faith.
The people who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
These people who believe,
Keep a faith inside known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith For
faith is not
god...
god is faith
for
some people...
faith is life...
life also faith...
no god
no devil
some people...
faith is ringing
for thinking ways is faith....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A lot has happened since Dr. King left us. He probably wouldn't recognize the landscape if he saw it, but I still believe he would still have the same spiritual faith and also faith in us as people - not only people in our nation, but people in the world.
quote by Morris Dees
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People Like Us.
People like us.
People like us fall in love,
People like us fall alot,
People like us laugh out loud,
People like us wear our hearts,
People like us are really smart,
People like us hate to fight,
People like us have fun,
And people like us hate to cry.
poem by Faith Young
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Full of Promises
People who claim to have faith
And hide behind fears...
Are so hypocritical,
With each excuse made I hear!
They will convince with sincerety,
How strong their convictions are.
But they wont step up to the plate...
Unless they are riding in an armored car!
And people like that with issues on their back...
Seem to be full of promises,
And conflicts prepared to share!
As they subtract facts...
From a mind they've created
To preceive life as abstract!
With that kind of faith kept...
Where they expect to get,
Has to be 'thisclose' to nowhere!
With judgements to pass,
As they prepare to adopt more frets to inspect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Garland of Faith
Faith is precious!
Faith can't be bought with wealth
Faith is our belief
And we believe from our heart
Faith is the thing not to play with!
People have their own faith according to religion!
Some believe in gods
Others not
Christians, Muslims, Hindus and Buddhists all
Christians believe in Jesus
Muslims believe in Allah
Hindus believe in God or Ishur
Some believe in friends, relatives and life partners
People those who have confidence and faith from heart
They are the real successor!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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People Need Love
People need hope, people need loving
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good living
People need faith in a helping hand
Man has always wanted a woman by his side to keep him company
Women always knew that it takes a man to get matrimonial harmony
Everybody knows that a man whos feeling down wants some female sympathy
Gotta have love to carry on living
Gotta have love till eternity
People need hope, people need loving
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good living
People need faith in a helping hand
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la laa...
Flowers in the desert need a drop of rain like a woman needs her man
If a mans in love and his woman wants the moon
Then hell it down if he can
Somebody who loves you and somebody who cares
Isnt that what youd call a friend?
Gotta have love to carry on living
You can have peace if you understand
People need hope, people need loving
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good living
People need faith in a helping hand
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la laa...
People need hope, people need loving
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good living
People need faith in a helping hand
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la laa...
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la la la la-la, la la la la la la la-la la laa...
song performed by by ABBA
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I Believe In Pakistany People
I believe in Pakistany people
And there is something good in every pakistany people that I see
I believe in Pakistany People
Because they cross the streets of Pakistan everyday
And they have a dream about God
I believe in Pakistany people
Because the right time will come for them to worship God
I believe in Pakistany people
Because God will help them to get through the difficult times
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they believe in God the same way that I do
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they are rich inspirit but not in money
I believe in Pakistany People
Because they were created in God's image
I believe in Pakistany people
Because they are God's Children also
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Do We Accept
Why are there people struggling to live
Why are there people wanting to give
Why are there people feeling such pain
Why are there people with nothing to gain
Why are there people full of greed
Why are there people desperate to succeed
Why are there people with hatred for all
Why are there people not wanting to fall
Why are there people dying each day
Do we accept that this is okay
That Little Hole
Some people keep their love in a safe, then forget the combination
Some people think life's a masquerade ball, keeping up with the latest fashion
Some people sell dreams like rag magazines, on the busy fast food city street corners
Some people give, some people take, Some people share, some people fake
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people hide from the world and it’s charms, others flee from its tragedy
Some people wish for a place to call home while they kill off every living thing they see
Some people await the rapture and fate, others are simply looking for the cure
Some people lead some people follow, some people spit, some people swallow
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
Some people search for Utopia and peace, but never seem to laugh
Some people forgot what it’s like to be young, having grown up much to fast
Some people preach salvation and hope to anyone willing to pay
Some people judge to quick, some never judge at all, some people climb, some are simply happy to fall
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people feel the mirror holds the key, to their tomorrows and prosperity
Some people are sealed off from the world by their hearts, their leaders, or their personality
Some people are like cannibals, they devour what they need and move on
Some people are criminals trying to make ends meet, steeling from others trying to make ends meet
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people feel its much more real, to chase rainbows on canvass painted skies
Some people think their shit don’t stink, some have the trust of a saint and tell lies
Some people’s minds react like a nuclear bomb, some people are one with the galaxy
Some people die as they lived, others live as they die, some never give up hope, others don’t even try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Some people wear their hearts on their sleeve, others forget what it means to be free
Some people speak of friendships and love, but don’t know what it means to be a friend
Some people search for enlightenment in the stars, in tea leaves, other find it floating in a glass
Some people smile, some people cry, some people live, some people try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Some people are afraid to take risks, or to be anything they wish until they die
Some people love the sound of their voice, some talk more than they listen
Some people don’t suffer fools only to find the jokes on them
Some judge colour, some judge creed, some judge God, goodness and peace
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Copyright Colin Coplin 1983/2011
poem by Colin Coplin
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Psycopaths
On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.
Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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