We Are Accused Of Terrorism
We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
That is scattered in pieces and in decay
In decadence and disarray
About a homeland that is searching for a place
And about a nation that no longer has a face
About a homeland that has nothing left of its great ancient verse
But that of wailing and eulogy
About a homeland that has nothing in its horizons
Of freedoms of different types and ideology
About a homeland that forbids us from buying a newspaper
Or listen to anything
About a homeland where all birds are always not allowed to sing
About a homeland that out of horror, its writers are using invisible ink
About a homeland that resembles poetry in our country
Improvised, imported, loose and of no boundaries
Of foreign tongue and soul
Detached from Man and Land, ignoring their plight as a whole
About a homeland to the negotiating table moves
Without a dignity or shoes
About a homeland
That no more has steadfast men
With only women therein
Bitterness is in our mouthsin our talkin our eyes
Will draught also plague our souls as a legacy passed to us
from ancient times?
Our nation has nobody left, even the less glorified
No one to say 'NO' in the face of those who gave up our
homebread and butter
Turning our colorful history into a circus
We have not a single honest poem
That has not lost its virginity in a ruler's Harem
We grew accustomed to humiliation
Then what is left of Man
If he is comfortable with that?
I search the books of history
For men of greatness to deliver us from darkness
To save our women from fires' brutality
I search for men of yesterday
But all I find is frightened cats
Fearing for their souls
From the authority of rats
Are we hit by national blindness
Or are we suffering from color blindness
We are accused of terrorism
If we refuse to perish
Under Israeli tyranny
That is hampering our unity
Our history
Our Bible and our Quran
Our prophets' land
If that is our sin and crime
Then terrorism is fine
We are accused of terrorism
If we refuse to be wiped out
By barbarians, the Mongols or the Jews
If we choose to stone the fragile security council
Which was sacked by the king of caesuras
We are accused of terrorism
If we refuse to negotiate the wolf
And reach out for a whore
America is fighting the cultures of Man
Because it lacks one
And against the civilizations because it needs one
It is a gigantic structure but without a wall
We are accused of terrorism
If we refuse current times
Where America the arrogant the mighty the rich
Became a sworn interpreter of Hebrew.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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With a nation at war against terrorism and our men and women on the front line defending our homeland from abroad, resources need to be prioritized and allocated properly.
quote by Jeff Miller
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My Home Town
My home town
The place where I was born,
where I learned of love
And was taught of truth
And where my thoughts were formed
In my home town.
My home town
How highly you do you rate
Where united we stand
And divided we fall
When our nation calls,
In my home state
My great state.
My homeland
Majestically do you stand
With your mountains so near
And your people so dear
Ready to listen and hear
In our homeland
Our grand land.
My homeland
Kentucky at its grace
The land I have known
Where my thoughts have grown,
In my bluegrass home
My own sweet home
Our own Kentucky home.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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No one ever said that fighting the war against terrorism and defending our homeland would be easy. So let's support our troops, law enforcement workers, and our mission to keep our nation and our children safe in the days and years to come.
quote by Judy Biggert
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Take A Good Look At Our Home Land
Oh people of America, people of America
Take a good look at our homeland
Do you really understand
Before you finish reading this poem
Do you have a daughter or son
Young people are leaving their home at an early age
Yet, there is a need for someone to be saved
Take a good look at our homeland
Many people are playing in the same band
Along the eastern coast of our nation
What do you see in the making?
Oh America, America, America
Why not be a complete free nation
Do you see this in the making?
For many years our country has been blessed
Now someone inside is making a big mess
Why pick up guns and fight against each other
Why not love as sisters and brothers
Oh something is going wrong today
People are looking the other way
Our POW'S have been freed
Is there another war in the making like most people believe
At Wounded Knee, S.D. our brothers and sisters
Want a little more freedom
Can you see this in the making?
America, America God shared his grace on thee
Yes he shared his grace for you and me
I want you, you and you
To take a good look at our homeland
When you get back will you take a stand?
Maybe you are thinking about playing in the same band
The only thing i ask you and you to do
Love your sisters and brothers
The way God loves me and you
poem by Leon Thomas Lee
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The other thing about FEMA, my understanding is that it was supposed to move into the Department of Homeland Security... and be what it was, but also having a lot of lateral communication with all those others involved in that issue of homeland security.
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Since September 11th Congress has created the Department of Homeland Security, more than doubled the homeland security budget and implemented a bipartisan overhaul of our intelligence systems.
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Rest Upon This
rest upon this
the soil
of our homeland
take back breath
of our homeland
between these battles
hard fought and long
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Because our homeland and very survival are once more at stake, the American people can't afford to treat this new war against terrorism like they did Vietnam.
quote by David Hackworth
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The ideal woman
Let us immigrate like birds
Looking for homeland
You are a woman
But you are not as all women
You are the homeland
You are a woman from among
Women of the world
The world …where is the world?
The world is a cave.full of nymphs
And you are the nymph of this world
I will write about you
Till I make you a saint...
poem by Naji Almurisi
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To Secure The Homeland
fear of an attack on the anniversary of
9/11
has people in the US
twitching & scampering
with the hairs on the back of their necks sticking
straight up &
the government assures everyone
that it has the situation under control
that it is pursuing said suspects with that same quality veracity which
was spent looking for WMD’s that were never found &
bin laden
who took ten years & $4 trillion dollars to
wack.
still speaking with the fascist rhetoric that was so often used by
dubya,
mr. obama & co. speak of “securing the homeland, ”
replacing the “motherland” concept of 1938
with the updated
21st century version,
but the sentiment still rings true-
stretch our borders as far as our reach can go
to preserve this sudetenland &
worry about what will follow
if & when anyone questions our actions.
rather than stopping the terrorism of other countries on this earth
for our own material gain,
the US insists on driving forward
ignoring every voice that ask it to do otherwise,
and we still have the audacity
to wonder why we aren’t
“secure.”
the “homeland” is this earth,
and it is here for all of us humans,
whether you like it or not-
and when the next big war comes,
there will be nothing left but the cockroaches & maybe some
neon-green rats
who, found immune to the radiation above ground,
now glow their way through the sewers &
abandoned subway tunnels.
if you want to save yourself,
apply for a job as a human butler to the cockroach-rat
empire to come,
early-
because that’s all that will be left.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Lil' Lil'
[Chorus in Tagalog]
Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo
Ako'y may dala-dalang, balita galing sa bayan ko
Nais kong ipamahagi ang mga kwento
Ang mga pangyayaring nagaganap
Sa lupang pinangako
[English Translation:]
(Come closer my friends and everyone listen
I brought news from my homeland
I'll tell you how we live and what goes on
From my beloved homeland.)
[Verse one, Apl.De.Ap]
Every place got a ghetto this is my version
Check it out...
Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell
A version of my ghetto where life felt for real
Some would call it hell but to me it was heaven
God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living
How would you feel if you had to catch your meal?
Build a hut to live and to eat and chill in.
Having to pump the water outta the ground
The way we put it down utilizing what is around
Like land for farming, river for fishing
Everyone helpin' each other whenever they can
We makin' it happen, from nothin' to somethin'
That's how we be survivin' back in my homeland
[Chorus]
[Verse two, Apl.De.Ap]
Yo, its been a while but...
I been back home to my homeland, (check it out) to see what's going on
Man it feels good to be back at home
And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone
I was fourteen when I first left Philippines
I've been away half my life, but it felt like a day
To be next to my mom with her home cooked meal
Meant I felt complete, my emotions I feel!
Now life has changed for me in the U.S
But back at home man, life was a mess...
I guess sometimes life's stresses gets you down
On your knees, oh brother I wish I could have helped you out...
[Chorus]
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Smiling Coast Of The Gambia
Gambia my homeland
but the finger of Africa
as am speaking
ye are the rumor subject
not thus thy smallness
neither thy population
but thy hospitality
clear hearty with dignity
visible to all.
Gambia my homeland
as thy coast smiling
thy needed all white bird
flies to smile with ye
tourist in reverse order
not thus beauty
not thus dosh
neither fame
but comfort thus conduct
with gentle climate behind.
Gambia my homeland
as ye are suprised
thy soil is dosed
not with inhaled
not corpse of thy children
but desperated refugees
not thus to aid
thus unexperience of war
not thus to balance thine
neither to explore
but to attain
blessed peaceful soil
thy secured skin
with stable blood.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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India
(to Sumit Chakrabarty)
India is not just India, even from before I was born,
India has been my history.
My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,
with the terrible crack at the core,
History bloodstained, history turned death.
It is this India that has given me language,
Has enriched me with culture
And powerful dreams.
This India can, if it so desires, snatch
My history away from my life,
My homeland from my dream.
But why should I let it drain me dry only because it so desires?
Hasn't India brought forth those noble souls,
Who place their hands today on my tired shoulders,
On the abandoned shoulders of this helpless, orphaned soul?
These hands, longer than the land, stretched beyond space and time,
Gives me warmly cherished security against all worldly cruelties.
Madanjeet Singh, Mahasweta Devi, Muchukund Dube—they are my homeland today,
Their hearts my true country.
[This poem was written while Taslima was forced to live in confinement in an undisclosed location in Delhi from 22 November 2007 to 19 March 2008. Samik Bandapadahya translated this poem from her book PRISONERS POEMS]
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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One Day
it will be over soon
i know it will be one day
maybe after a time long
or a short song
this time has to leave
and bring back the creed
to my heavenly land
to my homeland
one day far or soon
monthesim will overwhelm
and overcome
and bring back the sun
then will be my homeland
out of this henious hearth
and will be one day
a heaven on earth
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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Minutes Before And Minutes After
The woman's side of the story,
The man's side of the story,
Peak, beak, leak, weak;
And like the minute before and the minute after,
But my homeland Africa is also your homeland!
So come and visit us to know more about us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Apl Song
[Chorus in Tagalog]
Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo
Ako'y may daladalang balita, galing sa bayan ko
nais kong ipamahagi,
ang mga kwento
Ng mga pangyayaring nagaganap
Sa lupang pinangako
[English Translation:]
(Come together and listen
I brought news from my native land
I'll tell you how we live and what goes on
From my beloved homeland.)
[Verse one, Apl.De.Ap]
Every place got a ghetto this is my version
Check it out...
Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell
A version of my ghetto where life felt for real
Some would call it hell but to me it was heaven
God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living
How would you feel if you had to catch your meal?
Build a hut to live and to eat and chill in.
Having to pump the water outta the ground
The way we put it down utilizing what is around
Like land for farming, river for fishing
Everyone helpin' each other whenever they can
We makin' it happen, from nothin' to somethin'
That's how we be survivin' back in my homeland
[Chorus]
[Verse two, Apl.De.Ap]
Yo, its been a while but...
I been back home to my homeland, (check it out) to see what's going on
Man it feels good to be back at home
And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone
I was fourteen when I first left Philippines
I've been away half my life, but it felt like a day
To be next to my mom with her home cooked meal
Meant I felt complete, my emotions I feel!
Now life has changed for me in the U.S
But back at home man, life was a mess...
I guess sometimes life's stresses gets you down
On your knees, oh brother I wish I could have helped you out...
[Chorus]
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Love In Song
My heart cries out for love
And all that goes with loving
Love in song - love in song
My, youre so fine
When love is mine
I cant go wrong,
Love in song - love in song
I can see the places that
We used to go to now
Happiness in the homeland
Happiness in the homeland
My eye cries out
A tear still born
Misunderstanding
Love in song - love in song
I can see the places that
We used to go to now
Happiness in the homeland
Happiness in the homeland
My, youre so fine
When love is mine
I cant go wrong,
Love in song - love in song - love in song.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Song Of Exile
My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air;
no bird here can sing as well
as the birds sing over there.
We have fields more full of flowers
and a starrier sky above,
we have woods more full of life
and a life more full of love.
Lonely night-time meditations
please me more when I am there;
my homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air.
Such delights as my land offers
Are not found here nor elsewhere;
lonely night-time meditations
please me more when I am there;
My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air.
Don't allow me, God, to die
without getting back to where
I belong, without enjoying
the delights found only there,
without seeing all those palm-trees,
hearing thrush-songs fill the air.
poem by Antônio Gonçalves Dias
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The Three Rulers
The Three Rulers
In life I have three rulers,
My own mind,
My love of my homeland,
My faith in God.
My own mind defines who I am,
The decisions I have made,
The way I live my life,
The hope and dreams I have for the future.
My homeland defines how I look at the world,
The countless people who have fallen defending it,
The beauty of its countryside,
The long history of its people's over many millennia.
My faith guides how I treat the world,
The way I respect other people,
The way I respect different religions and cultures,
The way I respect the earth in all its glory.
By Christopher Tye
poem by Christopher Tye
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What I truly wish you, sweet Romanian homeland [Ce-ţi doresc eu ţie, dulce Românie]
What I truly wish you, sweet Romanian homeland,
My beloved country, longing of my soul?
Nervous arms and weapons always close to your hand
And your past of glory guide your lofty goal!
May the wine in goblets boil and curb the crying
If your stately children hold this in esteem
For the rock is standing, but the wave is dying,
Sweet Romanian homeland, this is my big dream!
Yearning for harsh vengeance, black as grave and growing,
Blood of foes on your sword fuming in the air
And above the dragon, with the wind be flowing
Visions of the glory, triumph and bright glare,
Your tricolor banner tell the world entire
The Romanian people is like a swift stream
When a tiny sparkle ignites his pure fire,
Sweet Romanian homeland, this is my big dream!
The angel who always brings us peace and passion,
On the Vesta's altar resting dressed in white,
Who blinds Mars in glory, with his war obsession,
And who gives the whole world from his lamp bright light,
To your maiden bosom may he come, I'm praying,
Make you taste the heaven's happiness supreme,
Therefore, hug him gently, hear what he is saying,
Sweet Romanian homeland, this is my big dream!
What I truly wish you, sweet Romanian homeland,
Youthful bride and loving tenderhearted mom?
May your handsome children live and thrive in your hand
Like the stars of heavens, like the dawns that come,
Everlasting good life, happiness and glory,
Unforgiving weapons, kind Romanian soul,
Pride and dreams of courage, a successful story,
Sweet Romanian homeland, share with me this goal!
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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