The Fighting Hospital
The fighting, the being sick was collapsing the building
Of right and not wrong, full of family and justice.
To decide a shock is to be made on the family of life
Is to let buildings crash, to let the hospitals be shut.
My nation shudders from the life of some patients
Who live alone and bend no laws yet get bent bones and wrong aches;
These aches are demonstrated by the young,
Youth is high, old age may triumph as higher
In pain and might, in guesses and facts.
The fighting and sickness shall end when games are over,
If certain doctors resent the game of tricky life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hypocrisy Applied Is Standard Worldwide
notoriously bad treatment is scandalously discussed
a disgracefully common practice in Indonesian hospitals
patients milked with extra unrelated expenses not needed
a few infamous Indonesian hospitals have even specialized
in profit mining patient medical insurance policies maximized
What therefore would a rich savvy business executive person do?
With no time waste not desiring to endure painful treatment delays?
Rich Indonesians high tail it fast flights to Singaporean hospitals?
This can prove to be an expedient time money life saving measure?
Yes Indonesian president sly publicly backs Indonesian hospitals
but quick check the facts jack when illness his family strikes
no his family are not on any flight to Singaporean hospitals
no President's family fly first class to American hospitals
hypocrisy applied is government standard worldwide
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Drunks Confession
because of my drinking, a life was lost
now i must live in complete remorse.
no one can bring that loved one back
and their family, living with panic attacks.
it does not matter if we're drinking
when we're young or old.
the taking of a life will still unfold.
the thought will always enter your mind
if i had stopped to think
i would not have taken that drink.
that person would be alive today
and with family, and friends they would play.
i did not realize the agony i would sustain
and their family living in constant pain.
i always said that i could control 'it'.
and that's not true.
for when you're high, you don't know what to do.
this is the price that we all must pay
for a life that i took that day.
now i'm waiting for a jury to decide
if i should live or i should die.
i at least put my life in capable hands
but 'the life i took did not have that chance'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Fighting for America
“Fighting for America”
I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I hear the shooting of the guns. I see the bombs busting in air. I want to make a difference. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I pretend not to be scared. I feel cold. I tough the coldness of the gun. I worry if I’ll live or die. I cry cause I don’t want to leave my family behind. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day. I understand why we fight. I just say why. I dream of a perfect life. I try to make it true. I hope for a peaceful life. I am Fighting for America. I wonder if I’ll live for another day.
John D Barton
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Rights Of Mankind
sometimes we run across things in life
that we don't understand.
that is when we ask for GODS hand.
like what is the purpose of war?
and what are we dying for?
we see people dying every day.
some by accident, and many become prey.
prey to the gangs, the criminals, the predators too.
so what in the world, are we supposed to do?
we put our faith in the laws that we have created
but! most of these laws are a bit belated.
this is when we ask the LORD for his guiding hand
to make us strong, and to take a stand.
we gain knowledge in every way
with each and every passing day.
little bits of information, here and there.
that we pass along for others to share.
the young people say that they have no life
how could they, when they always fight.
this is the world that we live in
full of crime, full of sin.
we have the opportunity
to change all this, by taking control
of our destiny.
'that is how it's got to be.'
let's open the road to communication
and talk with friends, family, relations.
let us become a family of one
fighting for the right of all mankind.
'don't you think that it is time?
poem by Louis Rams
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The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
From a mere boy
Being raised by the wolves
Living in the darkness for just too long
Something just went so wrong
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Was it a death so desperately
Forever in misery
A loves tragedy
Is always so sad to see
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
The not so dead family
A murder held with in their arms
With no recourse
With no remorse
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
He's the alternate ending
As the light comes to pass
Shadows lurk
They shouldn't be disturbed
Let them rest in peace
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
Festered hate fills his eyes
As he is victimized
By those desecrated his loves ones grave
Becoming of the nightly terrors
The dark knight has come
Fighting for his moment
Fighting for his glory
Fighting for his thrown
Fighting is all he has ever known
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just how right I am
I just can’t understand
how it is that
the world can’t understand
how right I am
and how wrong it is
OK, we’ll excuse the world, for the moment,
since it is far removed from my person
and my mind
so it can’t really be expected to understand my
unfailing rightness:
just how right I am and how just I am;
but the family, my family –
no, not the family of man
but the damned family of mine, my blood and bones and skin –
I can’t understand for the world of me
why my own family
that eats at the table with me
can’t understand
how right I am
and wrong they are…
just how right I am
and how just I am…
Look, I can understand about the world
but I just can’t understand
how the family….
I mean, this is where the family is important
for if the family can give me
just a little support –
just a teeny-weeny bit – I mean how much
does it take
for the family to see
how right I am
and how wrong the family is.
Is that really asking for too much?
You see, I’m sure you can see,
if only the family could agree
the world itself would see
how right I am…
But what is to be done?
prophets are never accepted
in their own home
and so in their own family too…
and so perhaps the truth lies in this cliché…
still, if one looks at it clearly,
I just can’t understand
how it is that
the world, which includes that silly family of mine,
can’t understand
how right I am
and how wrong it is
poem by Raj Arumugam
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A Parents Love
If you’re not a parent then you don’t know
The aches and pains that do not show.
When we see our child sick in bed
And so many thoughts go through your head.
When your child is in the hospital with 103
And by their side is where you want to be.
Recalling the first time that they ride a bike
And they fall and scrape their knee
And it seems they cry endlessly.
When you play with their imaginary friends
And it seems like it will never end.
then they go to pre-k
and for hours They have to stay.
Then they go to kindergarten and they
Meet children their same age
And it becomes fun and games.
Soon they’re out of elementary
And go to junior high
And then the aches and pains
Really begin to fly.
They already experienced their
First kiss, and possibly a sexual
Affair, and with you they will not share.
Soon it’s high school and college to follow
And you don’t see them for quite a while.
Then you get a call that they’re engaged
And you know your life has changed.
Then comes a marriage and a family
And a grandparent you will be.
But as a parent our love will never
Grow old, and this is something
That you are now told.
We are your parents and we will
Always be, we’ll love you now
And thru eternity.
poem by Louis Rams
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Family
there is nothing as great as can be
than to spend time with family
the love of family makes life worthwhile
they're always there with a good word and smile.
this special bond of family brings us closer to god you see
it makes us thankful for all we have
and all that we can give
to help others so that they can live.
so during the times of celebration and we
make plans of things to do.
let us not forget the one who has given us this day
no one can take that away.
and at this time of year with thanksgiving
and christmas cheer
i thank the lord up above
for my family and their love.
there are so many boys and girls who
have grown up in abusive ties.
that they choose to live a lie.
and tell others that everything was ok
and that with them they would stay.
they have no where that they could go
to escape the aches and pains
and to them life remains the same.
so let us open our hearts and see what we can do
to get them out of their solitude.
let them see what family life should be
without all that misery
give all that you could possibly give
so that these children could live.
poem by Louis Rams
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Kumana
There is no life
but Family.
When I am young
I live with my Family.
When I grow up
I leave my Family.
When I am lonely
I miss my Family.
When I am drunk
I reverse-charge my Family.
When I pass away
I unite my Family.
There is no life
but Family.
poem by Ali Eckermann
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Inner Anarchy
Last night,
Last fight,
I'm sick of fighting,
Fighting to breath,
I just want it to stop,
To be done with all this inner anarchy,
My body not wanting to breath any more,
Needing to force it to take deep breaths,
It's a war in side,
My body ready to shut down and die,
But my soul wants to live,
I'm sick with death,
I'm sick with life,
poem by Shadrach Knight
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If Only They Knew
When you look at me,
What do you see?
An innocent child,
Who barely speaks,
A person with money,
Who carelessly spends,
Someone who has everything and more,
Some see me as spoiled,
Some think I have the perfect life,
If only they knew,
What I was really about,
That I wanted to leave this cold world I entered so long ago,
Why can’t it go back to the way it was?
Back then it was different,
I did have the perfect life,
My mom, my dad, my sisters,
Everything I needed
Not a huge house or new cars,
But a close, happy family,
I was glad just to be part of it,
I thought of myself as lucky,
Sure, I would of loved to have those things,
But not for me,
For my family,
So they can be happy,
So they can live in luxury,
But no,
My family was condemned
To doctors,
Hospitals,
What I didn’t know was my mom was slowly dying,
I hated it
She couldn’t work,
She could only do so much,
The pain she endured,
I can only imagine,
Slowly our family was ripped apart at the seems
I no longer cared,
About anything
The evil they call cancer will never be taken back
My Life
I am not dead but still I miss
My loved ones, my family; the life I had
As I am dead in death amiss
Without my life, sorrowful and sad
My life is not the greatest nor a success
But a life it is and is what's truly mine
I pray to God for God to bless
My life, my friends, my family blood line
What I would do to live forever
And in youth with my life's joy
Live with my family, never to sever
From them as an eternal boy
My grandparents, my parents, my sisters, my brother
Always together, always with each other
My life, a life, worth living…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Thats Just The Way It Is
All day long he was fighting for you
And he didnt even know your name
Young men come and young men go
But life goes on just the same
And I dont know why
Why do we keep holding on
I dont know why
Pretending to be oh so strong
Oh why
Is there something I dont know
Or something very wrong, with you and me
Or maybe
Thats the way it is, theres nothing I can do,
Thats just the way it is.
Theyve been waiting for word to come down
Theyve been waiting for you night and day
They wont wait any longer for you
It may already be too late
And I dont know why...
You see the dying, you feel the pain
What have you got to say
If we agree that we can disagree
We could stop all of this today
Its been your life for as long as you can remember
But you cannot fight no more
You must want to look your son in the eyes
When he asks you what you did it for
cos all day long he was fighting for you
And he didnt even know your name
Young men come and young men go
But life goes on just the same
I dont know why...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Pregnant And With Pride
You came back from the doctors office and he
Confirmed what you already knew.
He said: you are pregnant! I’m happy for you.
You struggled for a while for you to conceive
Now it’s become a reality.
When you are ready I’ll set it up for you
A scan is what we will do.
You will see your child in its early stage.
Medical technology is an amazing thing
Gives you images you can see.
She left his office and her heart was filled
Telling her husband, he would be thrilled.
She went back to have the scan done
And found out she would have a son.
From a family of two, it would now be three.
She was full of ecstasy.
She now started feeling the aches and pains
Morning sickness she did gain.
She would feel him kick and move around
His feet kicking like he was on the ground.
She would rub her stomach and he would calm down
Sing him lullabies that were world renown.
She changed the wording on some of them
To fit what she wanted to say.
“Hush my little baby, don’t you cry
Mommy will always be by your side.
I will shelter you from wind and rain
And take away all your pain.
I have given you life, but you have given me mine
And I will love you till the end of time.”
The months seemed to go by fast, and the pains they did last
But the pain was the price she had to pay
Because her prayers were answered in every way.
Her son was born, and as beautiful as can be
And GOD had blessed her and her newfound family.
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Serious
Oh, woman you make me feel, like Im on fire
Oh, woman you make it real, its the only way for me
So, if we sometimes fight, doesnt mean we got problems
Aint always black and white, who cares anyway?
Ooh - doesnt have to be serious
Ooh - doesnt have to be serious
(serious)
Doesnt have to be serious
Doesnt have to be serious
Oh baby you get so wild, mmm too much understanding
Oh baby youre such a child, put up with all the tears and cryin
Dont worry if youre confused, we all tend to be sometimes
The whole world is getting used, its just the way it is...
Maybe right, oh, but maybe wrong
Doesnt have to be serious, being hard isnt being strong
Doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, and if you win, oh what do you gain?
Doesnt have to be serious..
-
Ooh, doesnt have to be serious maybe right, ooh, but maybe wrong
Ohh doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, and if you win, oh what do you gain?
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, maybe right, oh but maybe wrong
Doesnt have to be serious, being hard, isnt being strong
Doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ohh doesnt have to be serious and if you win...
song performed by by Duran Duran
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You Helped...
Dad... Mom told you
she told you she was leaving
She told you she was taking us
She told you she was sick of the pain
She told you she was sick of the fighting
So was I
I was sick of the fighting
Sick of the leaving in the middle of the night
Sick of consouling my mother day after day
Sick of hearing you cry about the mistakes you made
Sick of the life you just let drift away
I was your little girl
I was your rock and stone
I was not enough to stop picking up the weed
Daddy its not the fact you didnt try hard with mommy
But I wasnt enough to keep it from happening
Daddy im not your little girl..
Im a bigger person than you...
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My Life - The Story of Young Boy - Pt.1
She yelled and took the bottle
And then my dad yelled back
Young boy crying in the corner
Memories of my childhood are all black
“I hate you” she screams
But he hates her more
Their hatred builds
As they even their score
Pins her to the couch
Saying nasty things
Young boy is wondering
Is this the joy life brings?
Sister gets pregnant
One blames the other
Whiskey fix, does the trick
The young boy loses his mother
The working day is done
Father watching the TV
Young boy shows dad what he has done
Father doesn't want to see
Young boy makes a mistake
Dad calls young boy a name
Young boy crying in the corner
Filled with guilt and shame
Young boy seeking somebody
For his life he wants to share
Always seeking and never finding
Cause no one really cares
Mom moves away
Young boy so sad
Family broken
Parents glad
Their lives go on
But his does stay
Young boy, old life
With no time to play
Young boy now a teenager
Turns to drugs and booze
The pain he faced, he turns away
His past he wants to lose
Young boy then gets married
To a beautiful wife
Wants so bad to forget his past
And start a brand new life
Young boy yells at new wife
New wife yells at me
My young boy in the corner
The old cycle he does see
Young boy now starts seeking
To make my life brand new
For the benefit of my young boys
My pain they won't go through
New wife says to young boy
You're never going to change
She packs her bags and then she leaves
Another family now estranged
Young boy really hurting
Hoping pain won't last
For now he has a starring role
In the memories of his past
Young boy sitting wondering
Is the pain what it is worth
Broken people, doing broken things
To make a broken earth
Young boy now is fighting
Fighting for his life
Trying to make the old, brand new again
For his young boys and his wife
Young boy finds Our savior
That sits upon His throne
The abundant life he offers
Shows Young Boy he's not alone
The cycle it continues
But young boy wants to try
To fight for what his parents didn't
Then the cycle he'll defy
So young boy makes a decision
He also makes his creed
He hopes to fix his family
All to God he'll lead
So young boy gives it one last chance
With the hope that Jesus brings
Young boy knows it's not over
Til the fat lady sings.......
To be continued
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Would You Tell Me I'm Wrong?
would you tell me i'm wrong?
for having mixed emotions in my head,
don't know what to do,
mind says one way to fix the problem
heart says another to way to fix the problem,
which way do you go?
can't stand the pain,
or that i now have to deal with it,
would you tell me i'm wrong?
for not wanting to stay?
friends and family,
but, is that enough?
to remain strong, till i find a way through?
would you tell me i'm wrong?
because pain make urges,
strong urges that make the mind take over,
and say i don't care,
let me have what i want,
would you tell me i'm wrong?
because i'm not the girl,
you once thought i was in the begining,
because of the $#it i've been through,
starting to make me want one thing,
would you tell me i'm wrong?
because i want to end my life,
because i'm sick of dealing with something,
that just wasn't my fault in the first place.
6-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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I'm Not Afraid Of Live
I am not afraid of life
of the poor man's struggle
of the killer's knife
I am not afraid of life
of an insane rage
of the minimum wage
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see an old lady with a shopping bag
and I wonder is life a drag
I am not afraid of pain
but it hurts so bad
I feel so mad
no one see the truth
there's nothing to gain
a life goes down the drain
don't want to die at an early age
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see a street crazy shivering with cold
is it a crime to be old
there's the threat of the nuclear bomb
we know it's wrong
we know it's wrong
is there a chance for peace
will the fighting ever cease
mankind's almost out of luck
a maniac could blow us up
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
but I get down on my knees and I pray
is there hope for the world today
song performed by by Ramones from Too Tough To Die
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Life or Game
Life is a game,
Life is a tournament,
Life is something which can be won or lost,
Life games can be indoor or outdoor,
Life is something which in which if you do wrong,
Life don't have a restart button,
Life is Life,
Life is Game.
poem by Afia Shahid
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