Wars Defiant Ones
(7/2/12)
They came back from the war as defiant as can be
As if they had a split personality.
Tragedies had opened up the doors
To many things they never saw before.
Seeing homeless children roaming the streets
Women who didn't listen - would get beat.
Terrorist groups killing their own
Pipe bombs planted, ready to be blown.
Civilians scattering all around
Dead bodies laying on the ground.
Men, women and children in the square
On their knees saying their prayers
But to a terrorist they don't care.
Don't they realize that life must change
Nothing ever stays the same.
Families being torn apart
As death tears at their hearts.
Natural causes kill millions of people every day
Why are we letting war lead the way?
No matter what name for GOD you may use
When it comes to war - we all lose.
Look at the hospitals in a war zone
Children left with no skin and broken bones
People have lost many a limb
The war is getting worse - it looks grim.
YES! AMERICA has lots of imperfections
But people look to us for protection.
Our soldiers After seeing all the atrocities
They come back defiant as can be
To try to change the course of history.
poem by Louis Rams
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poem by Vincent Armone
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War Vets Dream
When he came from Nam he had a plan
That not many people would understand.
To help children see that not all in life
Was destruction and poverty.
With death and bombings all around
All he could hear was the children s sounds.
With tears in their eyes and not understanding why
Why so many bodies on the ground
And not a one making a sound.
All he could see was these faces of despair
Children did not understand and could not care.
These visions of the war would
always stay in his mind
From that day forward till the end of time.
He vowed that he would do all that he can
To help all children and his fellow man.
When you see the ravages of war
And a country torn apart
And its people scattered
Then staying alive is all that matters.
He knew that he could not stop this genocide
But he knew for the future children he had to try.
He wanted to create a place called “children s world”
A safe haven for every boy and girl.
A place where children could be children
And war they would not see.
Where they could be with friends and their families.
A place with a roof over their heads
Hot food and a bed.
He knows with time this dream will come true
“It just depends on people like you.”
poem by Louis Rams
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Now Or Never
Are we gonna keep pushing our children to drugs?
Are we gonna keep driving them insane?
Are we gonna keep laying empty words and fists?
Are we gonna be remembered as the century that failed?
People of america, when will we learn?
Its now or never, theres no time to lose.
Are we gonna keep sending our youths to war?
Are we gonna keep scaring rice fields and infants?
Are we gonna keep watching dead bodies over dinner?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?
People of america, when will we stop?
Its no or never, theres no time to waste.
Are we gonna keep pretending things are alright?
Are we gonna keep our mouths closed just in case?
Are we gonna keep putting off until its too late?
Are we gonna be known as the century of fear?
People of america, when will we see?
Its now or never, weve no time to lose.
People of america, when will we see?
Its now or never, weve no time to lose.
Are we gonna keep digging oil wells and gold?
Are we gonna keep shooting the ones that tries to change?
Are we gonna keep thinking it wont happen to us?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?
People of america, please, listen to your soul,
We can change the times to century of hope.
cause dream you dream alone is only a dream,
But dream we dream together is reality.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Now Or Never
Are we gonna keep pushing our children to drugs?
Are we gonna keep driving them insane?
Are we gonna keep laying empty words and fists?
Are we gonna be remembered as the century that failed?
People of america, when will we learn?
Its now or never, theres no time to lose.
Are we gonna keep sending our youths to war?
Are we gonna keep scaring rice fields and infants?
Are we gonna keep watching dead bodies over dinner?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?
People of america, when will we stop?
Its no or never, theres no time to waste.
Are we gonna keep pretending things are alright?
Are we gonna keep our mouths closed just in case?
Are we gonna keep putting off until its too late?
Are we gonna be known as the century of fear?
People of america, when will we see?
Its now or never, weve no time to lose.
People of america, when will we see?
Its now or never, weve no time to lose.
Are we gonna keep digging oil wells and gold?
Are we gonna keep shooting the ones that tries to change?
Are we gonna keep thinking it wont happen to us?
Are we gonna be known as the century that kills?
People of america, please, listen to your soul,
We can change the times to century of hope.
cause dream you dream alone is only a dream,
But dream we dream together is reality.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Injustice Here
Some place far from here
A baby is crying
A child is hungry
A mother is dying
Some place far from here
A family is in need
Adults cannot read
Children capture
Never again to be seen
Some place far from here
There’s no drinking water
Someone’s lost their daughter
Some place from here
People are homeless and alone
Without light and are cold
They sleep on dirt roads
With only their skin and their bones
Some place from here
There are so many things
So much injustice happening
Lots of poverty
Lots of death
But we forget
That right in our country
We have all these things too
We worry about a place far, far from here
And don’t take care of our priorities here
What about the poverty that covers our streets
Or children that are dying with no food to eat
The people in our country are suffering too
So although helping somewhere else
Is what we should do
There are obligations here first to pursue
We’re a great country
We have always been
But to continue this legacy
This is where we begin
poem by Jessica Collazo
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Life’s Unfair
Life’s Unfair
A husband and wife grow old together
You think and hope it will last forever
When you hear of children getting hurt
You hope it’s only a little fall in the dirt
So many accidents happen because of a drunk driver
Why is the drunk the only survivor
Parents hurt the children they love
Men hurt the women they should love
Some rich and famous do wrong and get a pass
Up and up goes the price for gas
The elderly get mugged and beat
Some people are hurt and left lying in the street
Women and children are molested
Children that are not protected
Men that are considered a deadbeat
People that are forced to live on the street
Children that are terribly ill
Parents can’t pay the bill
So much more of life is unfair
Lots of people that don’t care
poem by Michael Gelb
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In The Midst Of War
in the midst of war with bodies lying on the ground
walks a band of children-their families can't be found
searching through the rubble of homes that used to be
looking for food and clothes just to survive
because of their elders who choose to live a lie.
as i look through their eyes-all i can see
is death and destruction staring at me.
these children are not to blame for what is all around
but! if its not stopped they'll be laying on the ground.
they search thru this destruction in hopes that
they'll find-others to join them.
as they walk down the streets-the elders stop their fighting
to let them pass.
but this is just temporary- they know it will not last.
other children see them marching down the streets
they dropp what they are doing to join this band
knowing in their hearts it's time to take a stand.
this band is getting larger and the children start to shout..
what is this war? whats it all about?
can't you see the lives that have been taken?
because of this war the ground is still shaking.
the elders stop their fighting as the children all sit down.
they scream'we are not moving until this fight is through.
if this is what you want we will die with you.
you think only of yourselves and not what we're going through.
and when we die-what are you going to do.
there will be no one to carry on your name
there will be no heritage to be found
it will be burned to the ground.
look at our faces and you know what you will see
death and destruction surrounding me.
so we ask you from our hearts-it's time to change.
it is not something which is hard to do
it's all up to every one of you.
poem by Louis Rams
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nigerian Biafran War
The Biafrans cry separate
Nigerians cry we are one
The Nigerians and Biafrans
in a royal rumble
For non would submit to humble
as non would come to agreement
so they decided to fumble
and settle themselves on the battle field
The Nigerian soldiers fully prepared
Biafran soldiers thought they were ready
the opposing soldiers were excited
on the day of thier first outing
The soldiers filled with joy
the men filled with hatred
the women filled with fear
and the children with innocence
A bomb blast is heard
the soldiers quack their guns
the men getting ready to attack
the women in absolute confussion
The youths pick up weapons
the children sheding out blood
the soldiers held unto thier triggers
as men fell like woods
The rich flying abroad
the poor into the bush
women and children trampled
while some died at the instance
The children cries are heard
the shout of the women aswell
the grumbling of the men
and the mummuring of the youths
Nigerian soldiers chant their war songs
as they return with Biafrans defeated
though they still cry separate
the echoes of oneness is louder
The bodies of the dead were gathered
and the injured too
non could bear to stand and stare
at the worst of scenes
Women and children cried out thier hearts
the men were left with shocks
as every one reaised that war means death
and the reign of peace brings life
poem by Micheal Udenyi
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End Of The World....
i'm not concerned about the end of the world...
for me the world ends every day that we're
still fighting wars, that children around the world
go to bed hungry, that families are left homeless,
that men and women cant find jobs, that people
are denied justice and equality, that children cant
afford to go to school, that old people cant get
medical care, enough to eat, or a place to live...
that lonely people cant find love.... and that nobody
seems to give a damn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When light and air were born
When light and air were first born
Man came,
And woman followed,
So filled
With awe & wonder,
What is this light that makes them see?
What is this air that makes them breathe and live?
Definitions were made,
In awe and wonder, What it feels when air gets
Into their lungs what it feels when they Walk in the light and not stumble on stones?
The years accumulated like layers and layers Of earth and fire and rocks and earth and sea
Came then some cataclysmic changes While more and more
Men and women and lots of children came
Inhabiting this earth
And awe and wonder
Were lost, More changes came that kill and annihilate and
Men and women and children were so preoccupied with saving themselves, Forgetting how air first filled their lungs Forgetting how light first guided them not to stumble to stones,
Now air and light
Have become so ordinary, & no one really remembers about how it was at first No one really cares to recall what first was,
Men and women and children are so busy
Preoccupied with darkness,
these choking blankets darkness
These poisonous packets of air,
so debilitating, so deadly &
some of the children Simply dropped dead on the streets, and fear so gripped the men and women
gripes and grimes geometrically hurried in their hearts,
Night’s darkness
The darkness of insensitivity
buried them and indeed things change and
everything goes from bad to worst
What was it at first, is now not felt anymore, what was first
was taken for granted and finally forgotten,
Where is the awe? Where is the wonder?
Men and women and children, where are you all going?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A War Raging On
There's a war raging on
Though I know not where
There are people fighting
Though they do not care
Soldiers are fighting
Mothers are crying
Fathers are preaching
For their sons are dying,
For their is a war killing
And no one really cares.
There's bullets shooting
As I see the guns loading
And there's planes flying
For I feel the bombs exploding,
I see war and I see blood
And death upon the sand
There's hunger and death
I still see in His hand,
For there's people killing
As I see the blood flowing.
There's soldiers marching
For I hear them coming
The killing is flowing
For I see the children running,
There are people being shot
Poets getting caught
Murderers being sought
Lessons again being taught,
For there is a war raging
As the soldiers are hunting.
There is a war coming
For I hear the horns blowing
There is more killing coming
For I see the hate growing,
Children are getting killed
Burying bombs in the fields
Land is being destroyed
Mountains are becoming hills,
For there is a war coming
For I see the hate showing.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Long Live Palestine! ! !
They have stolen our land
They’re trying to destroy it as much as they can
Killing every person alive
From woman to child to man
They’re bombing our homes
They’re weapons release such heat
And after the bomb has been dropped
Dead bodies lie there on the street
I can hear a father’s voice scream
I can hear a mother‘s deep cry
I can hardly sleep at night
Since I know that they’re all going to die
Israel has no mercy towards children
They don’t want to admit they’re wrong
Because they know that the Palestinian nation
Shall stand forever strong
It is time for us to stand up
It is time for us to be
The people that will destroy the enemy
And set Palestine free
WHERE ARE THE NATIONS? !
WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE? !
Don’t you realize that if we all could just unite?
We can stop the whole method of this dreadful fight
It is time for us to stand
It is time for us to demand
A stop to this war
Then Israel shall no longer stay more
STOP! STOP! this pain
Children and many innocents are dying
Right there in Palestine
SO PLEASE! Stop pretending that everything is fine
Death rates are drastically increasing every day
What is there more for the nations to say?
STOP talking and let’s for once stand and fight
Against Israel, that thinks everything it's doing is right
Israel’s illegal weapons are used against innocent children
When the chemicals from their bombs land on a child’s skin, there is no cure
Destroying and ending the life of this child
That once was safe and pure.
Israel, the real terrorist shall not stay for long
We shall put you back, Israel, where you definitely belong
And when we do
We will set up the bell
That SHALL FINALLY ring Briskly
THE DAY you land in HELL! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Marria Attar
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Does It Matter To You
Does it matter to you if God's house is empty and dark?
Do you care it people sleep under a bridge, or in the park?
Is your heart touched by those who have less?
You've got yours. You're comfortable, and blessed
Does it matter to you if children don't understand
Why we're too busy to lend them a hand?
When children kill children, we're all sad
Why didn't we reach them before they went bad?
When children have children, they think it's cool
But why didn't we teach them the rules?
We all do our own thing, and enjoy it, too
But when our own thing causes problems, Does It Matter To You?
poem by Ruby Hopper
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Is It War
is it war? or is it murder?
(war is a declared armed hostile conflict between nations.)
but! when you have bodies laying on the ground
without arms or legs
and no one to hear you pray.
then you question all you see
and if the butchering is meant to be.
have you ever seen a person taken out of their bed
taken to a wall and shot in the head.
or a person because of their religious belief
taken from their families and left with grief.
what about someone killed because
of the color of their skin
and the hathred building within.
what about women and children being kidnapped
for human trafficking, and living like slaves
for someones riches to gain.
there is no declared war in this world right now
but the butchering is everywhere to be found.
no matter what they may claim to be
they are terrorist, unlike you or me.
they will commit suicide and pray
to be a martyr
for living life is so much harder.
they are not soldiers of war
they are murderers who take joy
in all that they do.
but their time will come
this much is true.
so many injustices in this world
created by man, now it's time
for the believers to take a stand.
if you believe in GOD, freedom, justice
peace and love
then it's time that you spread the word
for all of these things to be heard.
injustices is the battle that we must fight
for we have GODS strength and might.
do not give up, and never despair
for he will always be right here.
poem by Louis Rams
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Too Bad
This is america the land of dreams
Youre lifting me up again
I feel dangerous scared
My children dont like thunder
My children dont like rain
My children dont like fighting
My children play the game
My children dont like violence
My children dont like change
My children dont like silence
My children dont like pain
Hearts are lost and found
(take me to america)
Hearts are lost and found
Ill be you wont stay
Too bad
Theyve given you a heart, too bad
Theyve given you a start, too bad
Theyve given you a heart, too bad
I cannot function, too bad
My children dont like movies
My children dont have dreams
My children dont think money
My children never scheme
(the land of dreams
Ive given you everything
That you could ask for)
My children dont like thunder
Dont like rain
Change change change
My children dont like thunder
Rain rain rain
song performed by by Culture Club
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From Vietnam To America
In Houston, men killed their own children,
In Saigon, boys killed and robbed
Got life in prisons.
Right here, wives left their husbands...
And mourned their children's deaths,
Over there, girls sold their bodies
Every nights on streets.
From Vietnam,
Do my people have to pay that much,
For the stupid Communists and "United,"
To America,
Do my people have to pay that much,
From the sake of freedom and dollars,
From Vietnam to America,
Do my people have to go that far?
poem by Thanh Nguyen
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the threat in Mindanao
there is no need of a crystal ball to see what is really happening
and why
we shall all predict the next event
it starts with a mild attack and there will be so much
talk over tv and the radio
where the ears of the masses are stuck
they will hear about some ears cut and bodies of children mutilated
buses burned and mass evacuation of
innocent civilians on the hinterlands
of known places
mosques and churches shall not be spared
surely these will ignite religious hatred
and stir the hearts of all
good men
it will take days and days of violence
muslims and christians killing one another
ignoring their faiths within their hearts
that they are brothers
under one roof
if we only listen to the laughter of the lying woman
who plans all these things
to prolong her life
for another set of six years or more
like the old man
who died of lupus
many years back
she learns from him and will work the plan layed beforehand
it does not matter who dies and who kills
what matters most is power
we must not lose track of our belief as brothers
keep us in your mosque
as we too shall keep your women and children in our churches
in our houses and places of peace
we shall remain as children of one God
let us pray that her lies shall not cause the annihilation of us all
we are the true owners of this place
and not her or her cohorts
her own devils spread wearing the faces of gentle men
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The monster's reign/the holocaust
Children playing in the streets,
gunshot is what the parent meet.
Men lined up against a wall,
one by one they start to fall.
Women mourn over fallen men,
they know they won't awake again.
Women flee the frightning scene,
children ask where daddy's been.
Hitler screams, 'Satan's spawn! !
We will not rest until they're gone! '
The hated begin to run and hide,
they know they will be found inside.
Soldiers march through city streets,
we call them Nazis, frauds and cheats.
They kill people in their way,
they think it's right, correct, okay.
Hitler tried to kill them all,
he tried to make the hated fall.
He tried and tried and tried in vain,
but he had caused way too much pain.
The airplanes came to free them all,
they came to heed the hateds call.
they came with guns, and bombs, and men,
they marched into the lions den.
They were freed from hell itself,
they were no longer rats on a shelf.
They were releived from all their pain,
and so ends the monsters reign.
THIS IS JUST A BREIF REMINDER OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE WHO WERE BRUTALLY MURDERED IN THE HOLOCAUST, WHICH, IN TRANSLATION, MEANS A BURNT SACRIFICE OFFERED WHOLE TO GOD. MAY THE SOULS OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE REST IN PEACE.
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Shalom Salaam
Lost am I in my memories of my forefathers' legacy
I am one of you you are one of me
why don't we set the people free
how I grieve to see fulfillment of prophecy
naive of me to think things could change
while man remain the same so war will be for me everyday
no peace no peace for the children of Israel
Gaza cries all the tears from her eyes
will there be no peace for the children of Palestine
shalom salaam shalom salaam
who will take the blame for the blood of my children
to who does vengeance belong to no one no one
we're dying from tanks and suicide bombs
the only answer is to live as one
and justice will come for my sons and just will come for my sons
shalom salaam shalom salaam
and I wonder why and I wonder who and I wonder what
is in the heart of you
and I wonder why and I wonder who and I wonder what
is in the heart of you
children are children no matter color or faith
and I wonder if history will teach us again
so war will be for me everyday
no peace no peace for the children of Israel
Gaza cries all the tears from her eyes
will there be no peace for the children of Palestine
and justice will come for my sons
shalom salaam shalom salaam
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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