Who Should I Write
When I want to write history
Apparently there are many facets that must be written
Side of the Master, winner of the war
Side of Mr. Small, who lost the war
But his position could be reversed
Mr. Little and Mr. Big winners who lost
Winning and losing in war is common
But the victim is always
the common people, who have sacrificed everything
gentlemen for gentlemen
or a victim of the ideas that are still abstract
the problem is not that common people
clothing, food, shelter
and education
poem by Prasetya Utama
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The Winners Write The History
That the winners write the war histories should not be the case
For war is a tragedy a human disgrace
And the losers in war see their Country destoyed
And the war history never written by the losing side.
Look at Oliver Cromwell victorious in war
The deeds of his glory from England known far
But those who write on Cromwell they never do tell
Of one who for poor people made life Earthly hell.
To the Catholics of Ireland Cromwell was a brute
The poor rural peasants he did persecute
Yet streets in his honour distant from England today
The winners only write the history so true what they say.
Efrain Rios Montt became President of Guatemala even though he
Was guilty of serious crimes against humanity
An old man now but for his crimes yet to pay
The winners write the history it's always been that way.
Augusto Pinochet in Chile has blood on his hands
And that he may die a free man seems hard to understand
And though loathed by many in Chile for his crimes of shame
The winners write the history and their's is the fame.
I've just mentioned a few for there are many more
Who have committed crimes against humanity but like it has been said before
that the winners write the history and that's how 'twill remain
And the mistakes of the past are repeated again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fight Back
fight back!
another store robbed,
broad daylight.
over the counter,
grab the money
from the register...
tries to run...
clerk hanging on,
another clerk joining in...
an elderly black woman trips
the suspect, another old man
jumps in to help....
had him down twice,
but he got away...
battered and bruised...
he'll think a while
before he comes back...
common everyday people
just trying to help....
an old car broke down
on the side of the road...
an elderly man standing there,
looking lost... two more old men
stop, and slowly but surely
push him down the road
to the nearest station....
common everyday people,
just trying to help....
the old couple evicted,
trying to load up what they can...
two sets of neighbors
come out and start helping,
borrow a truck, and start loading,
and scuff a few dollars
for gas and food....
common everyday people
just trying to help....
lay down your pipes,
your guns, turn off your tv's.
stop what you're doing...
fight back!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Democracy is zera
Democracy is zero
Common man is hero.
Common man is called
Janata janardan
Common man is called
Nara narayan.
Common man is omnipresent
Common man is Omniscient
Common man is omnipotent.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Corruption rampant
No body is there to serve the people.
Are the common people not necessary?
Are the common people burden of the state?
The act the law the rules the regulation
Are of no use for the common people.
The common people are in no way
connected with the main stream of the state.
Corruption rampant everywhere
No body bother about anything
No body bother about the state.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LX: 130 Million Victims
Victim is so easily to be said until it becomes cheap
When you place yourself into that position
You’ll become the one that should be pitied but looks weak
People don’t like to be called victim
But in many cases they claim that they are the victim
Because they don’t want to be blamed
Or to sue fortune to someone for their loss
People don’t like victim
They should sympathize and handle them with care
If they don’t want to be called cold heart
But sometimes they use the victim
To get popularity and gain support for themselves
Or to attack someone that long time becomes their enemy
And the actual victims keep untouchable and helpless
This title and poem is inspired by CMB, manga created by Motohiro Katou
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A world community can exist only with world communication, which means something more than extensive short-wave facilities scattered; about the globe. It means common understanding, a common tradition, common ideas, and common ideals.
quote by Robert M. Hutchins
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And it is a very beautiful idea, and possibly true, that a common man from Stratford with a common education was able to write these plays.
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The World Cup, A Common Stage
The World Cup is a common stage
It is an arena for winners
and an arena for losers
Without the losers, there is no
proclamation of winners.
The winners may rejoice
to have scored more
But their victory only happens
because there are those who
have scored less.
As a common arena in life's
test of strength and wits,
the winners can rejoice
but still without forgetting
that they win because others lose.
Those who lose do no lose
their great value in that common stage.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Galore Of Disparity
Plenty in poverty
Poverty in plenty
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Palace like houses on one side
Slums on the other side
Limousines on one side
Hand pulled ricks on the other side
Sky scrappers on one side
Huts of mud on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Medinovas and Apollos on one side
Phcs sans Doctors and medicines on the other side
PGs and Phds. on one side
Thumb impressions on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Bharath made PSLV-CI carrying overhead
Launching IRS-ID on one side
Scavengercarrying overhead
Human excreta on the otherside
Schools and colleges with high-tech
Libs and Labs on the one side
Schools and colleges sans roofs
Teachers and taught, benches and desks on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Galore of disparity
Dividing humanity
Perpetuating adversity
Hampering prosperity
Breeding inequality.
Let's
Bridge the gap through fraternity
Thro' sacrifices and sincerity
Forget poverty and live in prosperity
Ensure equality and improve lif's quality!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Losing Touch
Music: Barry Manilow
Lyrics: Bruce Sussman & Jack Feldman
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I can tell something's up
You haven't touched your Scotch
You've been staring out the window
Now you're staring at your watch
And lately that's been happening too much
I think we're losing touch
Is it something I've done
Or things I never said
It's been getting pretty quiet here on your side of the bed
Remember when we used to talk so much
I think we're losing touch
After all the love we found together
Who'd have ever guessed that we could fall
After all the things we had in common
Were they too common after all?
Won't you tell me what's wrong
I haven't got a clue
Is there something we can take for this
Or something we can do?
Together you and I have had so much
There's so much to lose
And I think we're losing touch
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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We are finite creatures. Our lives are small and can only scientifically consider a small part of reality. What's common for us is just a sliver of what's available. We can only see so much of the electromagnetic spectrum. We can only delve so deep into extensions of space. Common sense applies to that which we can access. But common sense is just that. Common. If total sense is what we want, we should be prepared to accept that we shouldn't call infinity weird or strange. The results we've arrived at by accepting it are valid, true within the system we use to understand, measure, predict and order the universe. Perhaps the system still needs perfecting, but at the end of day, history continues to show us that the universe isn't strange. We are.
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Prelude
Nothing in common
that could be written
in prelude.
It is not a drawing
that could shows
easy steps of life.
Girls boys aware
of position
not decided
in this ethlet.
Nothing in common
in this atheletic
competition please
do not misled.
And this
is concluded.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Charity and good deeds
Make charity
Make good deeds
For the common people
My poems are for the common people
Common people have emotions
I am a poet and
I look after the emotions
Emotions follow actions
This world is full of action
Action with devotion
Gives a man perfection
And a perfect man is
His best creation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Everybody's A Victim
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Armed Robbers
From house to house they go
demanding for what does
not belong to them, here they
display the words presure and
terror on the victims, rat goes
for the legs if the fish not
avalible, That is what they
believe, some are force into
it why some born with it.
Chrsitians believe in bible
muslem believe in quran
but in the metal work they
believe, which there use ot invade
their victim, strong hearted and
rustless.The gentlemen say is a
dirty Occupation, While the people
from the other side believes that
it is just an profession.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Lost In You
(r.stewart/a. taylor)
Hey baby
Youve been on my mind tonight
Im so lonely
I just had to sit down and write
I spent all yesterday
Trying to figure out what Im gonna say
A letter from the heart
Is so hard to start baby
Hows your mama, hows the wheather
Hows that son of mine, yeah.
Hey baby
Been a long time since we made love
Im stone cold, the beds hard
And the work is tough
Im never gonna leave you again
This job aint worth the pain
No money in the world
Aint worth being away from you
Ooh baby I dont sleep
Without you by my side, listen
Im in love with you woman
Its a common known natural fact
And Ive found what Im looking for
And its so much more than that
Im lost in you, Im lost in you
Im lost in you, Im lost in you
Hey baby
You dont know what youve done for me
Im so happy
As any man can deserve to be
I was living in a life of sin
God knows what a mess I was in
So glad you found me
I aint getting any younger
Hey baby I just hope
It aint all a dream
Im in love with you woman
Its a common known natural fact
And Ive found what Im looking for
And its so much more than that
Im lost in you, Im lost in you
Im lost in you, Im lost in you
I miss you baby
I miss you too
I miss your laughing eyes
I miss our baby crying
I wanna lay you out
And kiss you all over
Im coming home real soon
Be ready cause when I do
Im gonna make love to you
Like fifteen men.
Im lost in you and I love it
Im lost in you and I love it
Im lost in, Im lost in
Im lost in you
Im lost in, Im lost in
Im lost in you
And I just love it
Hey baby I love it
Child I love it
Im lost in you, yeah
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Playing with people
Playing with common people is now called democracy
Government one side Maoist other and ball-people.
No side get victory and ball is being diminish
And infront of all going towards finish.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Wasted
Each day another soldier in the van,
Each day a new young worker in the fields,
And every day more plenteous harvest-yields
From human toil, to bless and not to ban -
A better world, upon a better plan.
And, daily strengthening the arms he wields,
And more disdainful of old shifts and shields,
An ever nobler and diviner Man.
But, oh, how few the saved, how small the gain,
How poor the profit as against the cost,
The waste of life potential, vast and fair,
In soul unfructified and starveling brain,
Of Power that might have been, and might be - lost
For want of common food and common air!
poem by Ada Cambridge
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