Come With Your Weapon
Come, friendly bombs, and descend on London
The fits cascade on human sufferings or casualties
They fit in the yesterdays, as a future too bereft
Today concerns us when we ascertain the degree
Come, O weapons, and fire at soldiers of fighting and treason
Let the judge of crimes be heard at last
Shall the military judge accept your story so consumed?
Will events last on the shelves of minorities?
Combat embellishes me and my crew of defeaters
To blow me to smithereens!
To brightly walk in the company of the army
In the face of a battlefield, the one planet
poem by Naveed Akram
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Under a bush hat
Under a bush hat
high up in a big tree
with my pack on my back
and strapped to a branch,
with a rifle in my hands
sleep crept up on me
really casually.
a Branch breaking at the bottom
brought me quickly back to reality
and I was astounded
to see a company of black men
armed with enemy weapons
passing without looking up.
Later it turned out to be
friendly forces,
being were they should not have been
but we could have drawn
friendly fire
and suffered casualties
and somehow a higher power
kept elite soldiers from detecting us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Judge
Judge is not here to decide
Who is winner and who is loser.
Judge is here to decide
Who is in right point.
No judge is empower to
Pronounced death sentences
No judge has got power
To give life to the lifeless.
Judge can not decide
The synonyms and antonyms
Judge can not say
The right source for right word.
Judge is not judge
So long as the judge is mortal
Judge is judge
If judge is eternal.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No Military for Me
No military for me,
No tanks or guns,
Or army ranks -
To hell with it all -
No military for me,
No stupid generals
Deciding who lives
Or dies -
No young recruits
Blindly following
Orders to dropp
Bombs on children
No heroes, no trenches,
No waiting wives
Or crying mothers,
Nobody to fight for me
Or my freedoms
Except myself alone -
No deaths to mourn,
No dead children,
No crippled and maimed
Bodies and wasted lives
No military for me,
I don't need any of it,
None of your fucking
Bombs, grenades
And helicopters
None of your nuclear
Weapons to explode
Up someone's ass -
No military for me -
Just keep it,
Shove it and forget it
Wrap it in your flag
And throw it out
The window -
For I'm just fine
Without it.
November 11,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Combat-Ready Girl
I need a combat-ready girl
Who knows that the world
Is callous and cold,
Waiting to cut you down
Before giving you a chance
Or letting you dance.
She needs to be
A solitude queen,
Close friends
With loneliness
But with inner perseverance.
I want to defend someone
And be defended
From the raging stupidity
And insensitivity
Of heartless society!
True love
Is the unity
Of emotional soldiers,
Fighting for kisses,
Fighting for closeness,
Fighting for trust,
Fighting against all the odds
While sharing embraces
In the march
Toward eternity.
I need this unbreakable bond
Because lonely tears
Have the power
Of decimating bombs,
And one weary soldier
Will not survive
Those bombs alone.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Sonnet: God is the Best Judge
Which man can judge others accurately?
Is it a thing easy to judge others?
The human judge best though learned be, errs;
No one can judge his neighbor ev’r ably.
A man has both a good and bad backgrounds;
Only the proportion varies with time;
No man is perfect, not even his rhyme!
Can one predict the layers within mounds?
Man is so complex; so is his action;
No man can be perfect akin to God;
God’s judgments will be free of mal-function;
No man is perfect, his judgment is odd!
Let not a man judge his neighbor rashly!
God is the only Judge who does justly.
poem by John Celes
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The Judgement
The Judge looked down, his face was grim,
He scratched his ear;
The gangster's moll looked up at him
With eyes of fear.
She thought: 'This guy in velvet gown,
With balding pate,
Who now on me is looking down,
Can seal my fate.'
The Judge thought: 'Fifteen years or ten
I might decree.
Just let me say the word and then
Go home to tea.
But then this poor wretch might not be
So long alive . . .'
So with surprise he heard that he
Was saying 'Five'.
The Judge went home. His daughter's child
Was five that day;
And with sweet gifts around her piled
She laughed in play.
Then mused the Judge: 'Life oft bestows
Such evil odds.
May he who human mercy shows
Not count on God's?'
poem by Robert William Service
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Do not Judge me (First Poem Submitted)
As I stand before you
with the reality of the shame of my sins in my arms.
Do not judge me.
You do not know me.
You do not know the pains I have suffered,
As you look at me like I am a demon from the pits of Hell.
Do not judge me.
You do not know me.
Picture youself alone as I, needing the comfort and touch of another.
Would you not do the same?
Do not judge me.
You do not know me.
And my child has already been marked like a person with the plague.
Not given a chance,
Do not judge him,
You do not know him.
We all have sinned and it is not our job to judge,
So do not judge me.
You do not know me.
(I wrote this after watching Scarlett Letter)
poem by Tamara Daniel
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The Sounds, Within And Without
have you ever listened
to the sounds of
a young boy praying
after his father and mother
have split up
have you heard the sound
a small animal makes when
it's hit by a car?
kinda like the sound a child makes
when it's split open by friendly fire!
have you felt the deep down
sound the young boy makes
when the judge sentences him
to hard time
the sound you cant see on his face
have you heard the sound
of the old man's heart
fighting to hold on
in an empty room
with the curtains pulled
have you ever heard the sound
of the wolf's howl, and
the hawk's scree
buried deep beneath
the layers that cover
your own wildness
are you listening
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Dreams
You look at me I look at you.
You judge me and I judge you.
This is not fair to both of us.
Our first impressions you cannot truest.
The time has come- right now.
To erase- them all.
The stereotypes- we see.
Eventually- must fall.
Theres a war going on.
That no one can win.
Theyre fighting us.
And were fighting them.
A man gets beaten because he is white.
Burning crosses on lawns at night.
song performed by by 98 Mute
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Bombs Away
The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his officers stink
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet
The president looks in the mirror and speaks
His shirts are clean but his country reeks
Unpaid bills
In afghanistan hills
Bombs away
But were ok
Bombs away
In old bombay
The general only wants to teach france to dance
His army life doesnt give him any romance
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet
The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his company stinks
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet
Bombs away
But were ok
Bombs away
In old bombay
song performed by by Police
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Who is to judge?
Family Heads, are you right to judge?
Political Heads, are you wise to judge?
Religious Heads, are you just to judge?
Judicial Heads, are you true to judge?
Individuals, are you free to judge?
One is right to one’s act.
Each act ends with its fate
As each birth meets its death.
Which birth is not just?
Which act is not just?
Who are you and I to judge?
Time is supreme and beyond us.
08.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ive Known No War
Ive known no war
Ive known no war
And if I ever do I wont know for sure
And if I ever do I wont know for sure
Wholl be fighting whom
Wholl be fighting whom
For the soldiers lonely tomb
For the soldiers lonely tomb
Now opens as soon as the referees gun starts to roar
Now opens as soon as the referees gun starts to roar
Ill know no war
Ill know no war
Galbraith took his pen
Galbraith took his pen
To break down the men
To break down the men
Of the german army defeated
Of the german army defeated
On the nineteenth day
On the nineteenth day
Of a spring day in may
Of a spring day in may
Albert speer was deleted
Albert speer was deleted
And as soon as the battle was over
And as soon as the battle was over
I was born in victorious clover
I was born in victorious clover
And Ive never been shot at or gassed
And Ive never been shot at or gassed
Never tortured or stabbed
Never tortured or stabbed
And Im sure - Ill never know war
And Im sure - Ill never know war
I know Ill never know war
I know Ill never know war
And if I ever do
And if I ever do
The glimpse will be short
The glimpse will be short
Fireball in the sky
Fireball in the sky
No front line battle cries
No front line battle cries
Can be heard and the button is pushed
Can be heard and the button is pushed
By a soul thats been bought
By a soul thats been bought
Ill know no war
Ill know no war
In and out of reach loft
In and out of reach loft
The medals are lost
The medals are lost
They belong to a lone broken sailor
They belong to a lone broken sailor
His provinces now
His provinces now
Are the bars of the town
Are the bars of the town
His songs and his poems of failure
His songs and his poems of failure
For his grandchildren cant see the glory
For his grandchildren cant see the glory
And his own kids are bored with the story
And his own kids are bored with the story
But for him theyd have burned behind netting
But for him theyd have burned behind netting
]from the brink they were grabbed
>from the brink they were grabbed
And Im sure
And Im sure
Ill never know war
Ill never know war
Ive known no war
Ive known no war
And if I ever do I wont know for sure
And if I ever do I wont know for sure
Wholl be fighting whom
Wholl be fighting whom
For the soldiers lonely tomb
For the soldiers lonely tomb
Now opens as soon as the referees gun starts to roar
Now opens as soon as the referees gun starts to roar
Ill know no war
Ill know no war
War - Ive known no war
War - Ive known no war
Ill never know war
Ill never know war
And if I ever know it
And if I ever know it
The glimpse will be short
The glimpse will be short
Fireball in the sky
Fireball in the sky
No front line battle cries
No front line battle cries
Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul thats been bought
Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul thats been bought
And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts
And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts
And theres no point pretending that knowing will help us abort
And theres no point pretending that knowing will help us abort
Ill know no war
Ill know no war
song performed by by Who
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American soldiers had to guard prisoners on the inside while receiving mortar and weapons fire from the outside. Guantanamo is distant from any battlefield, making it far more secure.
You Cant Judge A Book
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
Then I left school and moved around
And what I saw and what I found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
And now I think, by now Id know, that what appears is not always so
And I remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Victory Day
The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to know and remember the facts:
almost 58 million of men were lost.
Wasn’t it the highest cost?
62 countries out of 73
fought against fascist regime
in one international team.
More than 80% of the Earth population
were involved in military operation,
covering the territories of 40 countries,
bringing only grief, hunger, sufferings and worries.
I looked at the pictures of those young guys,
those heroes of the Second World War
and tried to realize who they were before.
It’s difficult to guess but I would like to suggest:
among them was someone’s son
who had never seen a gun,
someone’s first student or a teacher,
someone’s darling, friend or a preacher.
They had laid down in the fields of fights
struggling for freedom and human rights.
They had given their lives for you and me,
for everyone to be free and live happily,
for the grass to be green,
for the sky to be blue and clean.
Someone in ancient times once said:
“If you want peace be ready for the war.”
These words are not for today.
Yes, we shout “Hurray! ”
But if we want peace
we have to do everything for love to increase
But not use military force
which is only the source of sufferings and the losses
with so many costs.
Yes, we celebrate this day and shout “Hurray”, say “Cheers”
wishing everyone live in lasting peace,
not to know a war decease.
We remember the most impressive celebration
when two nations: American and Russian soldiers
met on the banks of the Elbe and could finally see
the end of that horrible war.
With admiration and joyfully they embraced one another
as if they were old friends or even brothers.
So, today, on the 8th of May I would like to say:
Peoples of our planet Earth!
Remember! We are the part of the whole Universe.
Take care of our Land!
Everyone has to understand:
if you want peace
You have to do everything for love to increase.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Please Do Not Turn This Into 3-D
I do not judge what I observe,
I AM a product of my environment.
And those who cease to accept,
The origins of their foundations...
Are those who seek to impress,
With an addressing that seems to be...
Overly pretentious.
BUT...
I do not judge what I observe.
How can I?
When this pretentiousness is kept clearly,
All up in my face.
And as viewed panoramically in my vision.
Although I do make one request.
'Please do not turn this into 3-D.
I am in it enough as it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face The Face
Weve got to face the face
You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
>from wiser men who have been through it all
And the ghosts of failures spray-canned up on the wall
Weve got to judge the judge
Got to find the finds
Weve got to scheme the schemes
Have to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
And show the shown
We must take the takes
And know the known
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face
Face the face-got to
Face the face
You must have tried and the defied belief
Maybe found futility in insular grief
I need your hunger just as you need mine
A million appetites can swallow up time
Weve got to fool the fools
And plan the plans
We must rule the rules
Got to stand the stands
We must fight the fight
And fall the falls
We must light the light
And call the calls
We must race the race
So we can face the face
New york! chicago!
London and glasgow!
Keep looking!
Keep on cooking
Keep on looking
Gotta stay on this case
Study the pix
Watch the fix
Weve got to find the face
Try to place the place where we can face the face
song performed by by Who
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Move, Move, Keep Yourself On The Move!
In this world so busy,
May it be an electron,
Or it may be an ant,
May it be star in the sky,
Or may be planet,
All are busy in their own journey!
This world revolves so well,
Polarity takes place,
Positive and negative,
May it be charges or may be human attitude!
Never judge anyone,
May you be a judge or not,
You are limited by time and space,
What stuff brought you here,
Brought others also!
one may be in a hurry,
may be desperate and in fury,
You are not here a jury,
Life is an oven, everyone get baked here!
No one here can walk straight,
know thyself and thy fight,
Be compassionate,
Everyone is fighting with his own fate!
No one knows destiny or destination,
No one knows anyone's state,
One has to pass through several phase,
everyone has his own problems to face!
World is devides into two,
One can't understand the other,
No matter on which side one may be
It doesn't matter,
One is seen and another is seer,
But can't decide, it is not one way affair,
One can't decide who is fair or unfair,
This world is like a big fair!
One who has won himself will know others!
electrons and protons,
North pole or south pole,
They have their own role!
Be a neutron, for even neutron,
To remain as neutron,
It Has to move,
stationery will disintegrate,
So be neutron, move, move move on your way,
If you rest awhile, you may disintegrate,
Keep busy always and move till the end!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Two Sides To Every Story
There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.
There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.
There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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No Weapons Day
What are we fighting for?
Why all the non-sense, why all the wars?
Fighting for freedom, fighting for peace,
bringing innocent victims to their knees.
Isn’t there a better way,
by putting down all your weapons,
putting down all weapons just for a day.
We live in a world of survival mode,
survival for money, food and home.
Survival for all of our beliefs,
even when they bring suffering.
We live together on this planet,
many people and one planet all alone.
Shouldn’t we work together to create
solutions to all of world’s problems?
Does war solve anything?
Just causing more revenge.
For people are trying to defend,
their beliefs and region.
End all tyranny and government control,
let the people’s voices be heard,
Start a website for people’s voices around the world.
Written By Christina Sunrise
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