Despotic Dynasty Part Two
Despotic dynasty part two
And when we entered the shiny city…it was on marshland
and there was smoke from chimneys of factories, but there
were streets of light and stores selling lingerie’s we could
not resist, there were beggars in the street which disturbed
us greatly, and workers we had fought for were working long
hours for little pay and no rights. But we the middle class
and intellectuals had won our freedom, in liberty to voice our
discontent into a void as we’re ignored by the new rulers who
had found a new way to disregard our demand for equality by
cosseting us; and we succumbed to this sparkle of light after
all life is better now than under tyranny; we know the masses
are fed, and we don’t need to know anymore.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It Begins Right Now!
we live in the most intense time
that the modern world has seen...
governments and economies are
caving from within... the very
air we breathe is polluted, the
water we drink has been defiled.
sea life is being destroyed, and
the world food situation worsens
at an alarming rate... millions
live and die in poverty, millions
are homeless, without medical care...
masses of workers are unemployed,
children grow up on the streets
without hope, and end up in prison.
human rights are being violated,
or just plain taken. and people
are absolutely afraid of each other!
we have closed our eyes, and numbed
our souls for too long. now we stand
on the brink of disaster, and we're
forced to wake up!
so what can one person do? one person
can live in a way that stands for truth...
one person can demand freedom, and equality.
one person can reach out a helping hand...
and when one person daring to live becomes
millions, we can move the stone from the
mouth of the cave!
but it all begins with one person... and
it begins right now, or its too damned late!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thank the Light Workers
Thank the Light Workers that shine their light
Thank the Light Workers who set this realm right.
Earth was almost at a point of total collapse
now we made it through 2012
and 2013 almost here at last.
Light Workers saved the ocean from that oil spill
prayer was sent by many people because sea life ill.
Sea life heard the prayers and went to an island faraway
it was recorded as phenomenal to this very day.
Thank the Light Workers once again
and Thank yourself my dear friend
Thank also the all the Angels in heaven.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A White Architect Of Light
8.8.88: She came back from the land of democrative destiny and dissolved
into the chaotic void.
Fighting for the freedom of reality
Building the light house in the darkest hours of life
Fixing up the spiritual essence through the existential nothingness
in the valueless zone
Layers by layers, realities of life theatre are turned into distilled light
out of trapped reflections
Mother of modern Myanmar honoured by consciencious tree of life
Curving away all the unnecessary parts
Curving away all the necessary parts
Communication revolution of the 21 st century
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
My Motorcycle
i bought one in 1998.
i left it to the care of my
brother-in-law and it was
well taken-cared of. Shiny.
Then he broke his leg
because of the black dog
that crossed the street
early dawn when the
streets are still dark.
then my other sisters
and brothers claim that
they have rights over the
wheel, and the cover and
the steer. I keep my mouth
shut. And they were talking
about the prostitute,
how cheap she was, and
still roams the street at
night looking for her
prey. I think she is the
victim of a vampire.
and then everyone takes
a ride on my motorcycle
inventing the names of
the places they want
to go. I keep my mouth
shut. About the prostitute
about rights that were
not there.
and they ask me about
a name. Who? and they
demand the exact place
where she lives. But most
of them ask me: why?
i guess they know better.
but let me answer them
straight;
The motorcycle is
the prostitute and they
are the ones
who are cheap. They
cheat and i am the victim
and they are the
vampires.
do not ask me now.
i am in the middle of my anger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Despotic Dynasty
Despotic Dynasty
Dead leaves of thoughts scrape along the asphalt of subjugation,
but whatever we do we will not climb the mountain of surrender.
There was a moment of freedom, a spring before the righteous,
those who had promised liberty, took power, created new laws
and a new layer bureaucracy, a jungle of words where individuals
were trapped like flies in a spider’s web of conflicting rules; and
it was winter again. At the whim of a president or a mere rumour
you could be imprisoned forever as enemy of the state; no one
told you why? And no one told us that sympathy is paramount to
treason. Yet humanity prevails over official regulatory reasons.
But the dream is after walking through five mountain passes, see
the sun arise and as mist disperse, there a city of light floating in
the clouds, and there will be a joyous cry from the dispossessed.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Broken Soldier
Here stands a broken soldier
One that has fought for his life
One who has fought for your rights
One who has fought with no end
And has asked for nothing in return
Here stands a broken soldier
Much like any other
Just trying to make it through the day
Helping to keep a nation together
There is no wish for fame
No wish for glory
You may not even know his name
Still you know he is a hero
This broken soldier
Has seen his share
He has learned much more
Than what you will learn from books
He has face you each and every worst fear
He has met pain
And death was always a close friend
Knocking on his door
Waiting to be let in
But this soldier
Wasn't ready to give in
He may wonder a street
And pass you by
Yet he is still fighting by your side
And for your rights
He may seem unimportant
For he played such a small part in this huge parade
But in a war
When he is fighting
That small part becomes the parade
And helps a thousand times more than you'd think
This broken soldier knows the risks
He knows the possibility
And yet he fights
For your rights
For your Justice
And at your Liberty
poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira
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On The Flag Of The Southern Cross
On the flagpost in the freshening winds the flag of the Southern Cross
That brave workers once fought under does flap and wave and toss
In Ballarat in Australia where history was made
For their rights brave men died fighting at the Eureka Stockade
The Southern Cross above where they fought in the southern winds did blow
There history was created one hundred and fifty four years ago
The happening at Ballarat became known of Worldwide
Some of the miners who fought the Government troops were badly injured and some even died
For workers rights in Ballarat the price in human blood was paid
For the rights of a fair go it did not seem a fair trade
Each time I see the flag of the Southern Cross Ballarat comes to mind
The miners there who fought for workers rights were of the bravest kind
That great flag has a history for historians to recall
It surely stands for workers rights and a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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State Of The Union (In Closing)
we, the working people
of America, demand our dignity!
we demand equality, and fairness!
we are all immigrants here!
yet no human being is illegal.
we demand the right to work,
and to educate our children.
we demand shelter, and healthcare!
we are a hard working, hard fighting
people... we demand a
hard working, hard fighting President!
we know that you are limited
by the hand of the controlling elite,
at the mercy of the corporate machine.
dont be just a figurehead.
your choice!
freedom is a work in progress.
the real revolution is in
the human heart, in the mind.
we are ready for change,
and willing to act.
be ready, and willing!
there are no small people,
we are all people.
we will not be owned!
we cannot go back to the
bigoted, ignorant ways of the past.
you are our best option,
be the man!
most of all, we demand the action
that follows words well spoken.
be the action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beggars Day
If this is heaven, then Im in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well
While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through
Chorus:
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Ive lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride
*and I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy cant save me, all your mercy cant save me
All your mercy cant save me
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Lead:
Its beggars day
You know its beggars day
Because its beggars day
See this love, Ive stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelins are true
Repeat *
Chorus (2x)
(written by nils lofgren)
(published by almo music corp./hilmer publishing co. ascap)
song performed by by Nazareth
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Children Of Light
A) children of light
(anderson/vangelis/squire)
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Why this consciousness this desire
To expand the flame of revolution
With a [the] gothic hand in [of] fire persecution
Blood-letting and [in] spinning pain?
Why this hungry media delivering
Questions answers blessed forgivers [plus forgive us]
Millions of racial inequalities
We all are one
All are sacred
Be the birth of a nation
Stop this aggravation
So uninspired
And [to] question mans inhumanity
And lack of love for his cosmic god
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
B) lifeline
(wakeman/howe)
[instrumental]
song performed by by Yes
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Children Of Light
A) children of light
(anderson/vangelis/squire)
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Why this consciousness this desire
To expand the flame of revolution
With a [the] gothic hand in [of] fire persecution
Blood-letting and [in] spinning pain?
Why this hungry media delivering
Questions answers blessed forgivers [plus forgive us]
Millions of racial inequalities
We all are one
All are sacred
Be the birth of a nation
Stop this aggravation
So uninspired
And [to] question mans inhumanity
And lack of love for his cosmic god
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
B) lifeline
(wakeman/howe)
[instrumental]
song performed by by Yes
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City Streets
The gaudy glow of neon lights
dispels the darkness of the nights
on city streets.
They pop and fizzle noisily
creating a cacophony
on city streets.
The sober folks walk warily
and drunks stagger uncaringly
on city streets.
The ladies of the night parade
for there is money to be made
on city streets.
Drug dealers ready to retreat
if they should hear a coppers feet
on city streets.
The night shift workers wend their way
towards their work to start their day
on city streets.
The noisy revellers thin out
as one by one the signs go out
on city streets.
The gradually noises abate
and ghostly shadow congregate
on city streets.
For some few hours peace will reign
before the noise will start again
on city streets.
The early morning traffic sounds
start with the milkmen on their rounds
on city streets.
This builds up to an angry roar
as cars and lorries inward pour
on city streets
then when at last rush hour has passed
noise levels will subside at last
on city streets
I thank the lord that I am free
to leave this noise far behind me
on city streets.
I walked my beat the whole night
through exactly as I’m paid to do
on city streets.
I choose to live outside the town
where constant noise won’t get me down
on city streets.
My village is a quiet place
A haven where I need not face
the noisy streets.
8-Jun-07
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Past skeletons of steal and concrete
Past skeletons of steal and concrete
I came this morning
and saw people small like ants,
between yellow cranes groaning and bended.
Where white smoke poured from round chimneys
and people struggled in the half-light
or glowing in a hell like fire
of iron and metal
lost between ovens cooking glowing,
people where captive and caged
by walls, doors and roofs that surrounded them
and lost in the circles drawn by the city
attracted by work from rural places.
The day was cast over and grey
but still they kept on building
and cement lorries were parked in the road
while workers were clinging to black pipes.
On the other side of the road children laughed
caught by the tinned pleasure pulsating
day and night without end
and beggars waited with stretched out hands.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Use Of The Word 'and
How did you use the word
'and'?
Like part and parcel
Like twins, same faces
With no meaning at all.
In all likeness
But I see how it is
Used in your country,
Liberty and equality,
How come? Did you not
Shiver with the way
How they are paired?
There may be liberty
But where is equality?
Or is it not an irony
That both in the context
Of “and”
they do not exist
at all
As free and equal?
this
liberty and justice
for all
i am
Just asking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Greek National Anthem
We knew thee of old,
Oh divinely restored,
By the light of thine eyes
And the light of thy Sword.
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again --
Hail, Liberty! Hail!
Long time didst thou dwell
Mid the peoples that mourn,
Awaiting some voice
That should bid thee return.
Ah, slow broke that day
And no man dared call,
For the shadow of tyranny
Lay over all:
And we saw thee sad-eyed,
The tears on thy cheeks
While thy raiment was dyed
In the blood of the Greeks.
Yet, behold now thy sons
With impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
Seeking Freedom or Death.
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again
Hail, Liberty! Hail!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Bondman
Feebly the bondman toiled,
Sadly he wept-
Then to his wretched cot
Mournfully crept;
How doth his free-born soul
Pine 'neath his chain!
Slavery! Slavery!
Dark is thy reign.
Long ere the break of day,
Roused from repose,
Wearily toiling
Till after its close-
Praying for freedom,
He spends his last breath:
Liberty! Liberty!
Give me or death.
When, when, O Lord! will right
Triumph o'er wrong?
Tyrants oppress the weak,
O Lord! how long?
Hark! hark! a peal resounds
From shore to shore-
Tyranny! Tyranny!
Thy reign is o'er.
E'en now the morning
Gleams from the East-
Despots are feeling
Their triumph is past-
Strong hearts are answering
To freedom's loud call-
Liberty! Liberty!
Full and for all.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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City Lights
Dont these city lights
Light these streets to life
Dont these crazy nights
Bring us together
Any rainy day
You can dance those blues away
Dont these city lights
Bring us together
Charlie chaplins cane
Well it flicked away the rain
Things werent quite the same
After he came here
But then when he left
Upon our own request
Things werent quite the same
After he came here
Dont these city lights
Bring the streets to life
Dont these crazy nights
Bring us together
Any rainy day
You can dance those blues away
Dont these city lights
Bring us together
Were supposed to be
A land of liberty
And those city lights
To blaze forever
But that little tramp
Leaning on that street corner lamp
When he left us
His humor left forever
Were supposed to be
A land of liberty
And those city lights
To blaze forever
But that little tramp
Leaning on that street corner lamp
When he left us
His humor left us forever, ever
Dont these city lights
Bring the streets to life
Dont these crazy nights
Bring us together
Any rainy day
You can dance those blues away
Dont these city lights
Bring us together
Together
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Our street light
there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh
talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing
the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend
the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above
i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!
poem by Brad Brown
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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