Subtle These Scenes Are Not
I am not on the side of apartheid.
Or the camouflage of it as democracy.
Ethnic culture and intergrity...
Flourishes at their best,
When a respect is acknowledged.
And theft is not a means,
To acquire control to inflict and demean.
Subtle these scenes are not.
An enhancement that allows,
Ignorance to advance...
Creates a wealth of suffering,
That eventually gets out of hand.
With only a fool to question,
How any of this began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shared Like Gifts
It is still a Dutch colony.
With those who control it...
Coming to go,
To inflict their racial acrobatics.
It is divided by invisible fences.
With those of ethnic faces
Displaying their daily infighting defenses.
And there is funding for everything done.
To ensure comprehension...
Is something never to be understood,
With understanding that comes.
They want them at their dumbest.
And that is preferred and accepted.
And those of color who have ever contributed?
The great deeds they have done...
Have been from this place 'booted'.
As if they had made none!
And ignorance is shared like gifts received.
Along with the apartheid obviously applied...
By those who are equally mentally limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Shedding Season
Most are scandal driven and bitter people.
Undermining behind the scenes.
And creating those scenerios...
To demean those unsuspecting.
Whenever they are around,
A wickedness begins.
They are the ones good at loathing.
They are the ones who pollute the air...
To ensure they are useen,
With a slithering they do that is low.
Eventually you will come to know them.
It is the shedding season for snakes.
They are all around...
Ready to inflict with their sweetened venom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Pain Can Not Find Comfort
A global focus must come to connect.
To erase heartbreak and the seeping of blood,
Needlessly dripping...
To advance senselessness.
We must sweep this consciousness,
Barren of empathy...
Away!
Pain can not find comfort.
It will not stay.
It can not.
Not if it finds no place to repeat these visits.
Evil flourishes in minds fed to see others grieve.
Although an eternity of suffering greets their souls...
They do not accept we all are God's creations!
But they are addicted to inflict with venom!
These young seeds nourished with taste buds for blood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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18 Square Miles
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And is the home of over four thousand gang members.
Some segments of it,
Look as if negligence is tolerated.
And decadence celebrated.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And sits in a state that use to brag about its affluence.
Clearly with ignorance to salivate.
As disrespect for others is shown...
And lack of discipline and illiteracy,
Considered top rate and obviously condoned.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With hidden pockets of poverty.
Neighborhoods are divided,
Into sections like an apartheid.
With those who control this...
Absent of vision and intelligence free.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With racism practiced as a way of life.
And those who inflict their bigotry,
See themselves in a self righteous light.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And the affects of hunger and homelessness,
Is as protected as the theft that goes on.
The place is only eighteen square miles,
Of illogical standards valued.
Eighteen square miles,
Of blinded physical and mental abuse!
Reflecting a nation,
Unraveling from the inside.
And using those victimized as an excuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Safety is peace
Acquire skill. Acquire knowledge.
You are not robbed.
Acquire wealth. Acquire power.
You are robbed.
Peace comes where safety rules.
18.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)
We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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A Massive Dosage Of Amnesia
'What is the alternative? '
The alternative to what?
Greed, arrogance or theft?
Or the time of duration,
Each has been in existence?
The alternative 'had' been peace.
Respect and acceptance...
Of one's right to live as one wishes.
But a life lived on credit...
And fed by greed, arrogance and theft,
Crept out of hand.
To leave a chaos left!
What is the alternative?
I think a massive dosage of amnesia will do it!
Because those who believe they will control,
All of life on this planet...
Are severely out of their minds already.
'Severely? '
S-E-verely!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beware Racist Ignorance Religiously Justified
with religious propaganda
of the most fundamentalist
half baked semi accurate
dangerous twisted bigoted...
unlearned kind lurks mad potential
for righteous self justified crimes...
racist ignorance religiously justified
such ignorance can really get
in a man's woman's face
be embarrassing when a cultural
rabid fool blown public disgrace...
can demean good people
who do not happen to profess
to or believe in the truth
of the true Christian faith...
'judge not least you yourself be judged'
is a wise policy to remind hard core extremists
get back to basics love covers a multiple of sins
against gentleness self-control there are no laws...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stop, Choosing to Demean
You've got your meaning,
And still you are choosing to demean...
My love?
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Baby!
I gotcha meaning that demeans,
What I say.
And why it is I feel this way.
You're choosing to demean,
How I pray.
For us...
With faith and love,
Everyday!
Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My strong beliefs.
Yo, Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My love for you so deep.
But, you choose to be so mean.
And baby...
Stop, choosing to demean.
Baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby,
You mated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personally, I'm in favor of democracy, which means that the central institutions of society have to be under popular control. Now, under capitalism, we can't have democracy by definition. Capitalism is a system in which the central institutions of society are in principle under autocratic control. Thus, a corporation or an industry is, if we were to think of it in political terms, fascist that is, it has tight control at the top and strict obedience has to be establishedat every level--there's little bargaining, a little give and take,but the line of authority is perfectly straightforward. Just as I'm opposed to political fascism, I'm opposed to economic fascism. I think that until the major institutions of society are under the popular control of participants and communities, it's pointless to talk about democracy.
quote by Noam Chomsky
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Violent Side
Here comes the night
Here comes the anger
Hidden so deep inside
No one can see
Behind these eyes
There walks a stranger
Wandering through the dark
Following me.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Electric light
Shining on your block
Sayin to everyone
The power is on
While your alarm
Set up for safety
Keeps out invaders who come
But still cant control.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Got to fight to control the violent side
Every day and night
Ive got to fight to control it.
song performed by by Neil Young
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No Respect
Respect,
Always everybody looking for some
Respect,
Who do you think youre gonna get it from
Respect,
Anybody here deserving of none
Respect,
Tell me what makes you think
Youre not the one
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
Respect,
Why be concerned with
Public adulation
Respect,
Pat on the back crying
For attention
Respect,
Finding out what it really
Means to me
Respect,
Honor comes only after
Humility
song performed by by Extreme
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The expansion of the market creates a need for enhanced and more regular supply, and this in turn impels commercial capital to acquire control of production as well.
quote by Rudolf Hiferding
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Brie Carter
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So Bad
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Some people call me a cowboy
But I dont know, I dont ride no more
I gave it up for the city
Those painted women that I adore
I was raised in the badlands
Where men are mean and the children are sore
But they got nothing on you, girl
Youre so bad, youre the devils door
Cause youre so bad (so bad)
Woman you make a fool out of me, yes you do
And youre so sad, woman you got control of me (so bad)
Yes you do, and I know you know I do
Some people call me a cowboy
But theres no question, Ive changed my ways
Hand in hand with the devil
Gonna find me an early grave
Cause youre so bad (so bad)
Woman you make a fool of me, now yes you do, yes you do
And youre so sad (so sad), you got control of me, oh yeah
Yes, youre so bad (so bad), woman you go control of me, yeah
And you so bad, woman you make a fool of me (so sad)
song performed by by April Wine
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There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that "my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge."
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Respect, Respect me
Respect, respect me, I say
In every single way
Respect me day by day
Don’t put me down
When we are out and about with people around
Playing me like a fool
Portraying me as one who never went to school
Respect me sweet heart
Till life sets us apart
Respect my needs
Listen and take heed
Respect to me is what means love
And not those commonly spoken words,
‘I love you’
To respect me is to publicly and privately honour me
To respect me is to listen attentively while I speak
To respect me is to bread and butter my desire to be free
To respect me is to stand by me when I am weak
Look up! Look up to me!
I may not be perfect
Nor a genius of an intellect
Respect, respect me & our love will stand erect!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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