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A Just God

They go around rag-clothed filthy
Born in the gutter trampled in dirt
No expectations no tomorrow
A population of the living dead!
There are more of them on this soil
Than the ones on whose mercy they live
Yet they're aliens to their own kin
Alike only in their human form!
Still you ask me to believe in god
Believe that justice reigns in his abode
Believe in an order amidst all the mess
Believe that everything happens by god's grace!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Praying To The Aliens

Slowly the thought
There is no one to replace
Came into view
And he began to cry
Now only boys
That love only boys
The perfect picture
Of a boy/girl age
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
Grey overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random poll check
Do you ever think of women?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere
Between dead and dying
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
There are no more
Do you begin to see?
The corner of my eye
Could give me away
Isnt it strange
How times change?
I cant imagine
Living any other way
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Justice and Righteousness?

How can we speak of justice?
Mercy
Righteousness
How do we proclaim it aloud?
Speak up against the cruelty?

Lord can we cry out for mercy?
For those that die daily,
For the helpless children
Those sold into slavery
For abuse and violence

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
What we need is your mercy

Justice
Fair treatment
Human dignity restored
Yes, that’s what they need

Lord forgive us for our cruelty towards our brothers and sisters
Towards our fellow human beings

Forgive us for we are a corrupt city
An unjust society
A flawed nation

Forgive us when we mistreat the innocent
Mock the hungry and the destitute
And when we disregard the plight of the poor
And return home to our feasts and our comfy furniture

Show us how to walk in your light
How to live right,
Loving justice and mercy
And walking in humility everyday

Jesus we need your mercy
And if no one else will say this,
Then I will:
We need your cross and your salvation

poem by Jessica Nobubele Frame
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The Real Aliens

We are all aliens
One way or the other
Seeing through different eyes
The things around us
Feeling differently
Towards each other
Fighting like aliens
In this world of
Ours ever since
The dawn of mankind
Aliens we are indeed
In our own world
Like wolves in sheep's clothings
We are cloaked as the human race
But in the core are the aliens
Divided and seething over
Every concern like
Where to live, what to eat
Who to wed and even
Who to offer our prayers to

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Divine Image

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God our Father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is man, His child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Devine Image

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine;
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.

poem by William Blake
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Taken In My Act

Born of fornication,
Born of adultery,
Taken in the very act of love to teach mankind.

Of men looking like trees and,
The leaven of King Herod;
Come from the tomb and live among the living.

Of women looking like fruits and,
Above the reach of man in a high mountain;
But do come out from the dead and live among human.

To understand this parable needs a thought,
To understand this poem needs a muse,
For the seed you plant is the very harvest you do expect;
Like things seen and heard in times of war.

What type of man are you?
What kind of woman are you?
For a seed is shaken by the wind;
And many are born in fornication and adultery already.

I am taken in my act and you are taken in your acts too,
But there are many stories of man on this earth;
And one day, we all need to be put in order!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Did that soul reach you, God

Did that soul reach you, God

It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Our God is a God of mercy and of grace. (Gerald Albright's Kicking it up #6)

God, I just do not understand why
You treat me so good everyday.
In spite of all of my sins and all of my mistakes,
You are still good to me.
Yes, you are; my God really is.

My God is so wonderful.
He has provided for all of my needs.
He created the sun to shine brightly everyday.
God has supplied the very air that I breathe.
Yes, He does.

My God is so good to me each day.
He has provided for all of my needs.
God sends out the cooling invisible breeze.
He produced all of the food that I eat.
Yes he does; now help me say it.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He truly deserves all of our praise.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He wakes us up every single day.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

My God is so wonderful.
He provides me with His grace each day.
All I need to do is confess my sins to Him,
He has promised to forgive every one.
Yes, He does.
All that God has ask me to do
Is give to Him all of my praise every day.
By the life that I have chosen to live
I must show the world that my God is.
Now open your mouth and help me praise Him.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He truly deserves all of our praise.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He wakes us up every single day.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
All we need to do is ask
He will answer our every prayer.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
He hears all of our prayers.
He really listens to the words we say.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
He will always be right there
He guides every single step that we take.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
No matter, what we may go through
He has promised to show us the way.

I will always praise you, my God.
You have been good to me.
You saved my soul
You set me free from sin.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He truly deserves all of our praise.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He wakes us up every single day.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our Father, hollowed be your most holy name
Our God is a God of mercy
O’ how much I love you
Our God is a God of mercy
You have saved my soul and set me free
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that He is.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
All we need to do is ask
He will answer our every prayer.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
He hears all of our prayers.
He really listens to every word we say.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
He will always be right there
He guides every single step that we take.

Our God is a God of mercy and of grace
No matter, what we may go through
He has promised to show us the way.

Let me hear you say it with me.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
Let me hear you give him praise.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He truly deserves all of our praise.
Our God is a God of wonder and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

Our God is a God of mercy.
He wakes us up every single day.
Our God is a God of mercy and of grace.
O’ Yes, I know that our God is.

poem by Reginald Walker
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True Justice

If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!

'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!

I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!

Maurice Harris,6 February 2010

poem by Maurice Harris
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A Moral Diet

A validation as we hit the ground.
Yes that does hurt.
Just open your mouth and eat a little bit of the dirt.
Chew it on up and ingest.
Swallow it on down.
Call it moral fiber.
A psychological diet.
We must learn to live with it.
Just another part of our life.
The bricks keep piling up.
Soon the wall will map out what use to be our history.
The creative creatures that never made it.
No one voice could save them.
Even with, most logical reasoning.
Worshipping the dead, wasting the living.
Why should we feed you, what can you do?
Just maybe I'll be the one save a entire population before to late.
We do not know who the hero will be.
How could we, but still there is this ignorance in the form of greed.
It is not a valid excuse.
Other must suffer for your unending desire for power.
A need to manipulate and control.
But where we fail is always in what we don't know.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Living For Tomorrow

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Lets make this world
A better place to live
Stop to take
Start to give
Loves got the power
To get it done
To stop the pain
Of a killing gun
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Lets make this life
A better life to live
Stop to hate
Learn to forgive
Evil power can kill
The human race
If we give life
A human face (a human face)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for toda
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place (a better place)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Im still living for tomorrow

song performed by by Scorpions
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Four Yughs

Krutha Yugh- where justice was redundant.
Thratha Yugh- where justice prevailed
Dwapara Yugh- where justice was tired.
Kali Yugh- where justice retired.
Human population is the cause.

27.06.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tho I Cry

I cry for tragedy but never for sorrow
As I truly believe in the world of tomorrow.

I believe in you and I also believe in me
To believe in myself and what I hear and see.

I love my family, my God and my nation
I believe in a oneness that is in every human relation.

I believe in love, fairness, justice and trust
That these are the keystones of life, else we remain in the dust.

They are also four words as the embryo for the living scenes
Relationships that have corners of reality and also dreams

Life is to live fully and completely and be devoid of fear
Love is to have fully and completely, with those so near.

Fairness is to be smooth, equal and have no thorn
Relationships are to happen to join and even to be born.

Justice is for you, me but mostly for us
The final and most enduring word; is the sacred one of trust.

poem by AHO Speaks
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Inverted

The feeling contends, once kind.
Violence starts, won't cease.
Vengeance comes. Want rewards.
The servant starts piercing chores.
Stitching mouths, once skinned.
The gaping wounds left to mend.
Reckless kills, live dispite.
Boundary has soldiers try.
I have come to read my friend
The gifts of all those born and bred.
The living dead once more resign.
We're facing cause it's creation.
I have come to resist life's scar in pain.
The fates just called in Armageddon.
Infected, for the scraps are red.
Deep within the living charge.
The bag once empty filled with fire.
I'd like to find out, just what you said.
I'd like to see you. Justice dead.
Who'd like to see you. Justice served
With lies to go around, the sentence served

song performed by by Obituary
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Psalm 45 part 1

The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.

Now be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Savior King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!

O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.

Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword,
In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy side.

Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.

God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Land Called Ours

Inside the dozens of trees amassing in the wilderness
There reigns a horse flying in the cosmos of thoughts,
How do they spell their dangers to themselves?
Occurring tonight, like the buzzing oceans, we
Spend our money like the honey of Paradise.
Geese flock, giraffes whack and somersaults
Are composed with vigour, the rigid leaves spring.
My innocent mouth manages a room of rains and showers,
Inert chemicals flood the banks of the trees and mouth.
The land called Earth is superior to managements
Of the aliens, those founders of health for themselves.
Open the doors to electrifying youth, a tree and mouth
Occasions to remake the earth of the soil,
Moderation is the key to their justice,
Many characters abound in the living city
Of surprise and condemnation.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Mercy # 2

black man, white man,
ground beneath their feet.
families carrying guns and Bibles,
living on the street.

rich man, well hid,
cocktails made of blood and oil.
tyranny, mass slavery,
bodies buried, American soil.

and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned....
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Psalm 89 part 4

v.19ff
C. M.
Christ's mediatorial kingdom; or, His Divine and human nature

Hear what the Lord in vision said,
And made his mercy known:
"Sinners, behold your help is laid
On my Almighty Son.

"Behold the Man my wisdom chose
Among your mortal race:
His head my holy oil o'erflows,
The Spirit of my grace.

"High shall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;
My arm shall beat his rivals down,
And still new subjects bring.

"My truth shall guard him in his way,
With mercy by his side,
While in my name through earth and sea
He shall in triumph ride.

"Me for his Father and his God
He shall for ever own,
Call me his rock, his high abode,
And I'll support my Son.

"My first-born Son arrayed in grace
At my right hand shall sit;
Beneath him angels know their place,
And monarchs at his feet.

"My cov'nant stands for ever fast,
My promises are strong;
Firm as the heav'ns his throne shall last,
His seed endure as long."

poem by Isaac Watts
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Concord

Reconciled by death's mild hand, that giving
Peace gives wisdom, not more strong than mild,
Love beholds them, each without misgiving
Reconciled.

Each on earth alike of earth reviled,
Hated, feared, derided, and forgiving,
Each alike had heaven at heart, and smiled.

Both bright names, clothed round with man's thanksgiving,
Shine, twin stars above the storm-drifts piled,
Dead and deathless, whom we saw not living
Reconciled.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Tomorrow will Hatch

When tomorrow hatch
The future is born

Tomorrow is rind in the shell of uncertainty

What tomorrow unknown but the syllable of fate

Tomorrow some will grace
And some will fall

If today stale
Tomorrow might be fair

If today smiles
Tomorrow might be gloom

Tomorrow might not hatch
For some fate are dashed

Tomorrow is like today, but tomorrow
Tomorrow will sleep

Tomorrow is but hope.

poem by Abdullah Musa
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