Chechnya
Chechnya
Retina less windows
Bodies strewn in foul streets
A photo of Grozny
Summary executions
Death sways from unlit lampposts
Friend or foe who knows
Conspiracy of peace
Both sides declare victory
The truth is debris
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Unconquerable
I am unconquerable
I know war with myself
I know consequences
I know peace
I know service.
I am my friend
I am my foe
I dragged myself
Where I go.
I declare my victory
I declare my defeat.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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New Zealand
An earthquake struck New Zealand's city of Christchurch on Tuesday
Burying vehicles under debris and collapsing buildings into the streets.
Police announced a curfew and city was shut down on Wednesday,
Rescuers scrambled to reach beneath the rubble the residents.
The quake devastating the spire of the Cathedraland is a real tale.
The buildings had collapsed and the people were trapped inside.
All around the city, this powerful earthquake strangely bent some rails, Moreover, it toppled the tall buildings and seventy five people died.
The earthquake combination of distance and depth was so deadly,
Streets were strewn with concrete and people were stuck in towers.
Firefighters climbed ladders to pluck people from roofs to safety.
Buildings have gone because aftershocks hit the city within two hours.
Pre-World War buildings were damaged by the quake on September,
People wandered through streets strewn with debris and concrete.
The further damage was caused by a strong aftershock in December.
Now there is a real carnage with bodies littering the streets..
The women went into premature labor and the city was in agony.
The airport was shut down, in ruins the people began to groan,
Every child has been walking home trying to find the lost family.
The city were suffering cuts to the water supply and the phone.
A thirty million tone block of ice sheared off a glacier of New Zealand
After the earthquake had devastated the city groping it into Dark.
The iceberg crashed into a lake had rocked the South Island
Ripping off the Tasman Glacier at Aoraki Mount Cook National Park.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Grey Windows...
grey windows, grey buildings,
grey streets, grey skies...
grey figures staring,
grey deals are done!
manipulate gas prices,
manipulate food...
manipulate the economy,
manipulate the election.
right and wrong,
never thought of.
hungry mouths and desperation.
win the war,
never raise a gun,
bodies strewn everywhere!
money makes gods,
without conscience or morals.
human lives just tokens,
that buy trinkets for demons!
flag draped caskets,
the stink of money overwhelms.
while patriots dig graves,
for their mothers and sisters.
right and wrong,
never thought of.
hungry mouths and desperation.
pick a President,
who'll stand silent,
as birds of prey pick the bodies!
grey windows...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Criminals were coming to Chechnya from all over the world - they did not have a place in their own countries. But they could live perfectly well in Chechnya.
quote by Akhmad Kadyrov
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Both Sides Of The Story
though we might hate to admit it, there are always two sides to every story...
Find yourself in the gutter in a lonely part of town
Where death waits in the darkness with a weapon to cut some stranger down
Sleeping with an empty bottle, hes a sad and an empty hearted man
All he needs is a job, and a little respect, so he can get out while he can
We always need to hear both sides of the story
A neighbourhood peace is shattered its the middle of the night
Young faces hide in the shadows, while they watch their mother and father fight
He says shes been unfaithful, she says her love for him has gone
And the brother shrugs to his sister and says looks like its just us from
Now on
We always need to hear both sides of the story
And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, we must not fail them now
Be sure, before we close our eyes
Dont walk away from here
til you hear both sides
Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm
Neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn
Theyve been fighting here for years, but now theres killing on the streets
While small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat
We always need to hear both sides of the story
And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, we must not fail them now
Be sure, before we close our eyes
Dont walk away from here
til you see both sides
White man turns the corner, finds himself within a different world
Ghetto kid grabs his shoulder, throws him up against the wall
He says would you respect me if I didnt have this gun
cos without it, I dont get it, and thats why I carry one
We always need to hear both sides of the story
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Measure Him
Measure a man by the years of his summary of other men,
And women,
And children,
And animals.
We are animals of people in nature among the masses of men and women.
We are a summary of a holiness,
And that is belonging to the Lord.
Our minds have to ruminate,
Have to puzzle
And must dream
Until the rooms cave in
And our souls take pain over other souls.
Souls need victory to keep on enlightening.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It is not advantageous for Russia in its present state to fight against Chechnya. The army is a mess. It must be made combat ready. That will take time. Russia has a lot of economic, social and political problems much more important than Chechnya.
quote by Aslan Maskhadov
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Do You Know?
Do you know God’s Only Son, His choice in Who our victory’s won?
Our victory over death and sin, the victory that is only found in Him.
Do you know His Son Jesus Christ, Who died to give us all New Life?
For Jesus Christ died upon that tree, to give New Life to you and me.
Do you have, friend, Eternal Life, attained only through Jesus Christ?
A life with Christ in which to spend, up in Heaven, that will never end.
Do you have inside a lasting peace, deep within, that will not cease?
A peace beyond our understanding, when our life becomes demanding.
Do you have Eternal peace with God, so not to fear Christ’s Iron Rod?
For God’s Judgment will one day come, upon all who oppose His Son.
Are you under the blood of The Lamb, Who died to redeem every man?
For man’s repentance is God’s desire, to save all men from eternal fire.
Do you know The Savior friend, when life down here comes to an end?
For all things end within this life, however, things go on in Jesus Christ.
Do you have hope beyond this earth, Hope that comes from New Birth?
Your hope is sure in Christ my friend, the moment you are Born Again.
In Jesus Christ will you be found, when we hear the last trumpet sound?
At the moment we’re changed on high, in the simple twinkling of an eye.
Do you have a room prepared for you, one which has an Eternal view?
A room for you is prepared by Christ, for you to enjoy your Eternal Life.
Do you have full assurance friend, that you will see Christ in the end?
If Christ prepares a place for you, He will come again to be with you.
Are you destined for the clouds, when He comes for His Holy crowd?
For He will come to take you there, when Christ meets you in the air.
To summarize: it is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
Douglas Adams in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
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A Soldier's Ponderings
Here I am defending a place
I never heard of before.
Enemies lurk everywhere I see
In this ever worsening war.
Conflict and death from tribal strife
Have prevailed for thousands of years.
Yet I’m here offering my life
To reverse this history of tears.
Blood soaks the earth; smoke chokes the air.
My mind screams as I see
Pieces of bodies strewn everywhere
That will always be a part of me.
I kill people who live here;
They try to annihilate me.
I destroy their cities… then cheer.
Is this how I set them free?
I love my home; it’s a wonderful land.
There I’ve felt safe and free.
Here I’m afraid and don’t understand
What my leaders expect of me.
Please explain the reason I’m here.
How do I tell enemy from friend?
Each day victory seems less near.
When will all this madness end?
If absent without leave, I’ll be an outlaw
Who’ll not deserve to be free.
As my comrades expire, a conclusion I draw…
My leaders have gone AWOL on me.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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One Soldier's Ponderings
Here I am defending a place
I never heard of before.
Enemies lurk everywhere I see
In this ever worsening war.
Conflict and death from tribal strife
Have prevailed for thousands of years.
Yet I’m here offering my life
To reverse this history of tears.
Blood soaks the earth; smoke chokes the air.
My mind screams as I see
Pieces of bodies strewn everywhere
That will always be a part of me.
I kill people who live here;
They try to annihilate me.
I destroy their cities… then cheer.
Is this how I set them free?
I love my home; it’s a wonderful land.
There I feel safe and free.
Here I’m afraid and don’t understand
What my leaders expect of me.
Please explain the reason I’m here.
How do I tell enemy from friend?
Each day victory seems less near.
When will all this madness end?
If I go AWOL, I’ll hide behind a mask;
A coward who doesn’t deserve to be free.
But as comrades expire, a question I must ask…
Have my leaders have gone AWOL on me?
poem by Gregory Huyette
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We want peace and a political solution to the situation in Chechnya.
quote by Boris Yeltsin
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Windows Of The Soul
They are the windows of the soul,
With roller blinds above,
Eyes opened up, grant new insights,
Still tantalised by love,
Such that they dilate at the glimpse
Of new flesh to devour,
While watching bodies to and fro,
As they pass by each hour...
They are the windows of the soul,
They help us choose our food,
With instinctive fresh decisions
Until they change their mood...
One day you're in, one day you're out,
One day you're in-between...
But pretty soon, beyond a doubt,
Watch out when they turn mean!
They are the windows of the soul,
The poet's faithful friends,
For such as these still dream at night,
Despite each day that ends...
And in those dreams, the truth's revealed,
The secrets there unfold,
With nothing sacred still concealed,
Beware what you behold!
They are the windows of the soul,
Imagination's spurs,
With recollections in the brain
Reflecting what occurs...
Twinkling with each new happiness,
Alerting us of fears,
The 20-20 blessings stare,
Outpouring all our tears...
They are the windows of the soul,
That's why they mean so much,
To complete our bodies' senses,
Emotions they can touch...
They see our friends and families,
They see our lives so far...
Right up to here, right up to now,
So we know who we are...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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What's / Sta
what's squatted in the eye of a civis
retina blind a shadow of an iris
sta to cuci u oku civisa
retina slijepa sjena od irisa
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Come Away, Death
(harle/shakespeare)
Come away, come away, death
And in sad cyprus let me be laid
Fie away, fie away, breath
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white stuck all with you
O prepare it
My part of death no one so true
Did share it
Come away, come away, death
Not a flower, not a flower, sweet
On my black coffin let there be strewn
Not a friend, not a friend, greet
My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown
A thousand thousand sighs to say
Lay me over
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there
Come away, come away, death
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Come With Me
I am a poet
searcher of truth
I am a poet
searcher of dream
I declare
I declare.
Lucky signs ahead
I declare
Come with me
for world welfare.
You won the war
A true lifewar
You may declare.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Song Of Revolution
Let those who know how to pray, pray
And those who can’t, wish
For we are getting to a stage
Where history will be re written
And all hell let loose.
Though no one ever pray for this
But wishful thinking is never enough.
How could the oppressor of people
Think the people will forever believe
Their propaganda of peace with poverty.
Let it be sang in the nooks and crannies
Of the geographical entity called Nigeria
That the poor will no longer have none it
That never are we going to be deceived again
By their crap of unity and suffering.
There cant be no peace without justice
Justice, my people, that will reach everywhere
Those that put our money away in unlit safe
Shall rot away in unlit prison cells
For offense and punishment must be equal.
So let those who know how to pray, pray
And those who cant, wish
For we cannot because of peace
Remains forever in abject poverty.
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Awareness
A fragile pistillum sways to conceal
the sperms in pestle. Unilaterally fired salvos
were increasing. After the dig, bodies in the
debris were popping up daily. There
was no truce for brothers in arms. Struggling
to hold on the humanism, anger was rising
from the white paper.
A sense of lost is weaponized. There is
a mix of solemnity and hurt. Pacemaker was becoming
a slave, will not respect cadence. Obscurity
must take refuge. The golden lined clouds
were enduring the sun.A howitzer fires at moon.
It was time to find the anchor, shoving aside
the mortgage of life.
poem by Satish Verma
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