When Is Corruption Admitted
When is the act of corruption admitted to be corrupt?
When those who denied its existence,
Now are convinced of it.
And those they offended by calling them names,
Are not heard as loudly voicing their complaints...
Or protesting to be restained by police,
From financial institutions where people have lost...
Their investments and their minds.
Leaving behind the ones who now watch,
Freed from playing truth or dare to stare at this...
As if entertained while jingling some change,
They play with that still remains in their pockets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Anna Hazare Phenomenon (India's Anti-corruption Struggle)
A man in his mid-seventies
A freedom fighter veteran
Fights against a mammoth vice
’Tis Anti corruption!
Alone he fights and defies
The Government for his fast;
He can’t have his ways with ease
Nation watches aghast!
Freedom for a freed nation!
That’s what most people want;
Gone too high has corruption;
People join with a chant.
Democracy does not work,
Riddled by problems great;
Voters turn almost berserk;
Politicians, they hate.
Why give mandate for corrupt?
Let people introspect;
Struggles should not peace disrupt,
The law, we must respect.
The old man will not give up fast;
The bill must involve all;
People unite more than in past;
It is a clarion call.
Yet, no one is above law;
The issue is too big;
No law made is without flaw;
‘A wig remains a wig! ’
One can’t stall the Parliament;
Democracy must win;
A large nation’s one big lament
‘Just root out corruption! ’
The problem is so colossal;
The government’s in a fix;
All expect a miracle,
That needs a magic mix.
Quick victory is not in sight;
The menace must be curbed;
It requires the people’s might;
No use being perturbed.
People from all walks of life
Join Anna Hazare;
Corruption is big a strife;
Vijay ho, hamare!
dedicated to all Indians who fight for a just cause
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You can change the names
You can change the names
of places and call them,
what you want.
My people who life there,
will still be living there
next year and for many years more.
You can change the personnel
that work for the city
and the inadequate delivery of services
and corruption,
will in time make you
pay a handsome bill.
You can change the names of streets,
and fashion them
to your heroes.
Never could you undo
the acts of those
whose names they originally bared
and everyone that uses them
will still know
what they were called before.
Without fixing the roads
people will remember
about the holes in Slovo street
and the dead robots in Mandela drive,
which will keep them alive
You can change the names of airports
for its better that way,
that the world knows
that they coming
to an new country
that’s has fallen years behind,
from where it was before.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sucking Tongues And Pouting Lips
All day long,
There is a playing of catch up.
And follow the leader.
And all day long all their lives,
This is done!
The following behind someone.
Sucking tongues and pouting lips,
They do as if
They were born to do this.
Sharing complaints and voicing opinions,
They do as if this is routine.
Everyday, everynight.
From Sunrise 'til noon!
And under moonlight.
All day long,
There is a playing of catch up.
And follow the leader.
And all day long all their lives,
This is done!
The following behind someone.
Sucking tongues and pouting lips,
They do as if
They were born to do this.
Sharing complaints and voicing opinions,
They do as if this is routine.
And for them,
It is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admit This
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
All you need to do is internalize.
And don't compromise with another disguise.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
And if we can admit this...
You can too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Intricate Part Of Economics
If fraud was eliminated,
From playing an intricate part of economics...
The use of delusion would not exist.
Manipulated minds would not find,
Hospitals as institutions to cure their illinesses.
Bankers would not charge,
Such exorbitant interest rates...
To build and create tremendous monolithic monuments.
If fraud was eliminated,
From playing an intricate part of economics.
And...
If corruption was not celebrated,
By those self righteous selling images...
Of themselves being celebrated as reflections of GOD,
And churches were not visited to symbolize materialism...
As a direct way to pray to obtain a feeling of success,
Taxes paid to increase what's in the pockets of thieves...
Would leave all who believe the achieving of happiness,
Depends on the taking of medication to decrease and numb...
The effects of mental stress
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The radio talks about corruption
As i take breakfast
The radio speaks
About the recent scandal
On corruption
Of school funds
Ghost Gyms and
Ghost schools somewhere
In the South
2.5 Million in their pockets
Time has changed
Corruption has become one big cliche
In My own society
Nothing will change
Except how i view corruption
It is a way of life and I shall learn
To live with it.
Meanwhile, i change the station
To classical music
That lasts its purity and kindness forever
Relaxes my soul
Strengthens what weakness
Wants to die
The radio talks of corruption
Nothing's new and I turn it off.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Time Has Come...
All of their cable lines,
Have been dependently connected...
To outside sources.
This has been going on for decades.
Generations have benefited from this.
So...
Tell me,
Who are these 'delutionists'...
Proposing such a ridiculous undertaking?
'The children of the potheads.
The ones strickly raised on independent concepts.
And calling themselves 'conservatives'.
The ones wishing structure that is sound...
And foundation based.
And...
Believing their way of life is envied.'
Envied?
By 'who'?
'The very ones supporting their existence.
Their way of life and those standards,
They have come to treasure and value..
That's why they have become upset.
And protesting now.'
Isn't it time they be told the truth?
'Time to do what?
Are you kidding?
By whom?
There are already hundreds of thousands,
Sitting in prisons.
And they were the ones told,
Santa clause did not exiit and had been a myth.'
The road ahead is rocky, indeed.
'Well...
Not necessarily.
You see...
Leaders from around the world,
Will soon be introducing in all school systems...
The teaching of magic tricks and illusions.
And...
So far,
Those protesting the loss of their entitlements...
Have been slowly convinced.
With a showing of an interest.'
That's great news.
Perhaps there will eventually be peace at last.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth or Dare
Let's play a little game of truth or dare
Tell me the truth do you love me
I dare you to lie and, if you do I dare you to tell me why
They say the truth shall set you free
So tell the truth and soar like an eagle over the deep blue sea
I dare myself to succeed and reach all of my expectations Truth be told if I shall fail its because I didn't live up to my expectations
I will not blame anyone for my failure and I dare you to do the same
Be honest with yourself, tell the truth when you make a mistake
We all mess up that is part of life but tell the truth when you do I dare you
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Revolution Calling
For a price Id do about anything
Except pull the trigger
For that Id need a pretty good cause
Then I heard of dr. x
The man with the cure
Just watch the television
Yeah, youll see theres something going on
Got no love for politicians
Or that crazy scene in d.c.
Its just a power mad town
But the time is ripe for changes
Theres a growing feeling
That taking a chance on a new kind of vision is due
I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now Ive seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyones a crook?
Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[theres a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through
Im tired of all this bullshit
They keep selling me on t.v.
About the communist plan
And all the shady preachers
Begging for my cash
Swiss bank accounts while giving their
Secretaries the slam
Theyre all in penthouse now
Or playboy magazine, million dollar stories to tell
I guess warhol wasnt wrong
Fame fifteen minutes long
Everyones using everybody, making the sale
I used to think
That only americas way, way was right
But now the holy dollar rules everybodys lives
Gotta make a million doesnt matter who dies
Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[theres a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through
I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now Ive seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyones a crook?
Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[theres a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through
song performed by by Queensryche
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Truth
Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning
Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning
What was true alone was there
And truth has persisted through the ages
Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains
Change has sprung from truth
For there was nothing else than truth
And change is its offspring
Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change
Change was at the beginning
Change was what is past
Change is what is now
Change is what will be in times to come
Change is Truth
Truth is Change
I welcome truth in every breath
Hail to thee Oh Death
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Regurgitating
People are often offended,
By a truth directly spoken.
And often people incriminate,
Those who speak their own minds.
Those with some integrity and also honest,
Without regurgitating what to them has been heard...
Or suggested when hypnotized by fresh gossip splurged,
To affect with purpose and intended to have an effectiveness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Things Just Get Too Old
To tap into one's energy,
With a sapping of most of it away...
To then say how distant someone has become,
With a leaving of nothing getting done...
By those voicing their complaints,
Should expose to anyone passing judgement...
Just who had been doing all the work.
AND promoting those to sit...
WITH a getting paid to do it no one mentions.
Some things just get too old but not quick enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Is 16 And The Other 18
the police officer arrested them
last night while they were strolling on the park
and this is the story:
he asks for their names and they say they have none
he asks from where they come from and they say
they do not really know
he asks them where they are going and they tell him
they are still undecided
he asks them what is in their bags and they say they are just nothing
he asks them some more and they say
they have nothing to say of themselves
they come from nowhere
and they are heading nowhere
and the police handcuffed them
these vagrants
these potential terrorists of this rural place
where the people still love peace
and this afternoon the police officer brings them all to me
and he tells me about the whole story
about his questions and their answers
and i am looking at them and they look at me
straight in my eyes
with dignity and without shame
with all pride
that they are telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
that this one whose age is 16 and this other one whose age is 18
are simply talking about
themselves
and about us
and about the policeman himself
and surely, i agree
we have no names, we do not know where we come from and we do not
really know where we are going
we are all like that, in the strictest sense of the word, except
for our little pretensions
and so i ordered the policeman to release them all
and let them be
themselves
and let them go in peace and finish their journey with all ease
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The Police Officer Arrested Them
Last Night While They Were Strolling On The Park
And This Is The Story:
He Asks For Their Names And They Say They Have None
He Asks From Where They Come From And They Say
They Do Not Really Know
He Asks Them Where They Are Going And They Tell Him
They Are Still Undecided
He Asks Them What Is In Their Bags And They Say They Are Just Nothing
He Asks Them Some More And They Say
They Have Nothing To Say Of Themselves
They Come From Nowhere
And They Are Heading Nowhere
And The Police Handcuffed Them
These Vagrants
These Potential Terrorists Of This Rural Place
Where The People Still Love Peace
And This Afternoon The Police Officer Brings Them All To Me
And He Tells Me About The Whole Story
About His Questions And Their Answers
And I Am Looking At Them And They Look At Me
Straight In My Eyes
With Dignity And Without Shame
With All Pride
That They Are Telling The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth
That This One Whose Age Is 16 And This Other One Whose Age Is 18
Are Simply Talking About
Themselves And About Us
And About The Policeman Himself
And Surely, I Agree
We Have No Names, We Do Not Know Where We Come From And We Do Not
Really Know Where We Are Going
We Are All Like That, In The Strictest Sense Of The Word, Except
For Our Little Pretensions
And So I Ordered The Policeman To Release Them All
And Let Them Be Themselves
And Let Them Go In Peace And Finish Their Journey With All Ease
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Act Our Age
On a sun kissed beach,
we frolic our time away,
playing assorted games
as kids we used to play.
People stop and stare
at two old people playing in the sand,
wondering when we will grow up
and act our age again.
We just carry on having fun
the way we used to do
with both our minds on one thing
and that is me and you.
Age may have stolen our youth,
but our spirits are still young.
We can still frolic in the sand
and have a lot of fun.
29 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: On Corruption Today
God, thwart the moves of men with minds insane;
Their corruption has reached enormous heights;
And masking all their crimes, righteous they feign;
Ill-gotten wealth, giving them sleepless nights!
How long this land can bear their insults, Lord?
How longer must the poor suffer hard-ships?
The corrupt own most resources, O God;
Most transactions are carried out by ‘tips’!
The people have been cheated for ages;
The poor are made poorer by corrupt men;
The employees get paid paltry wages.
For honest folk, the earth is no haven!
Most lives are endangered by corruption;
The world does need a cleansing eruption!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-12-2006
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Truth or Dare
The truth is I loved you, I dare you to remember
The truth is you hurt me, I dare you to share my pain
The truth is I wanted you back, I dare you to say the same
The truth is you never said sorry, l dare you to try
The truth is I protected you, I dare you to not run away
The truth is you squandered trust cheaply, I dare you to lay the first new stone
The truth is I did insane things, I dare you to stop the insanity
The truth is you lied for nothing that was real, I dare you to face the truth
poem by Alexander Downie
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Conflicts Of Reality Dilutes The Truth For Many
There are those exclaiming,
The need and wish for less government...
In their lives.
In their wallets.
And their homes.
But...
Also these are the same people,
Who protest to have more money...
Of their own in their pockets.
Conflicts of reality dilutes the truth for many!
And not a face of theirs appears,
On the currency.
And if it is a penny or a dollar bill that is possessed,
The image imprinted has been a president.
Who has been elected to lead the government.
Few protesting keep this addressed.
And it seems many people will soon get their wish,
Because less government...
Is definitely going to be removed from the pockets.
And...
The evidence of that has already begun to appear.
Or disappear,
Depending on which side of the coin...
Is observed by many pinching pennies,
Being from them removed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're The One
Some say youre crazy
Say that youre no good
Say your familys cursed with bad blood
But I think youre cute and misunderstood
And I wouldnt change you if I could
Letem talk you down
Call you names
My minds made up
It aint gonna change
Im sure in my heart
Happy and free
Youre the one youre the one
Youre the one for me
Some say youre bitter
Think youre mean
Uncouth untamed and unrestrained
But I think youre sensitive and sweet
Stay as you are dont change a thing
Letem talk you down
Call you names
My minds made up
It aint gonna change
Im sure in my heart
Happy and free
Youre the one youre the one
Youre the one for me
Some say youre bawdy
Wicked and wild
A restless useless juvenile
But I think youre funny and I like your smile
Want to be with you want you to stay awhile
Letem talk you down
Call you names
My minds made up
It aint gonna change
Im sure in my heart
Happy and free
Youre the one youre the one
Youre the one for me
A no count mixed up
Amount to nothing
A day away from a bum on the street
Some low class kind of royalty
Thats what they say about you
When theyre talking to me
Some say youre bad
A bad bad seed
You love to play with fire you love gambling
But I know what you love and I know what you need
And I like it when you play with me
Letem talk you down
Call you names
My minds made up
It aint gonna change
Im sure in my heart
Happy and free
Youre the one youre the one
Youre the one for me
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Implanted Tragedies
What could be possibly said,
About that which is observed and denied?
When those are exposed to treason imposed...
And yet wish to protect this deception they chose.
It is best to shut and keep one's mouth closed.
Or defamation of character becomes a campaign toast.
But either way...
A stepping on one's toes is desrespectfully displayed.
What could be possibly said,
About what is there and on our streets?
With no direct discussion concerning what disgusts,
Other than what fibered diet is suitable for a regular flush...
That can not be beaten with a cleansing complete.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To those addicted to be lead.
And be fed delusions they fight,
To keep in their heads in darkness,
As if glued to ensure this remains inside,
Snug fitting with a tightness instead.
While those who express they could care less,
Yet complain...
Seem to have a desire to inspire this,
As missions to claimed.
Leaving one to wonder,
Why many read the obituaries...
With a priority to see if their names are there.
Or someone they knew,
But never approached to speak to.
By the same folks who declare a devotion,
To communal unity with an ongoing hypocrisy.
What could be possibly said,
About these implanted tragedies.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To awaken the dead?
Absolutely nothing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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