Attrition
Men and material are lost by wars.
The terrorists kill with bombs laden cars.
The soldiers shoot them with guns.
The old mourn the loss of sons.
The fury in mind, growth of life, mars.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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A War Between Polyandry and Polygamy
I don’t want wars between the nations
As they have hidden bombs to hurl.
They have groups of spies and quislings
to augment the animosity for wreaking havoc.
The soldiers loot the gold of women and then shoot.
I don’t want the animals to fight with each other.
To let out their ire, they come down to plains
They devastate the crops and kill the innocent men.
The animals wild don’t want to call a truce,
though our Vets conduct camps to assuage their rage.
If a war breaks out between the polyandrous women
and the men who practise polygamy,
only brooms and slippers will be whirling.
Before they draw out the swords from the sheaths
or load the guns to shoot, they will reach a compromise
and add one more wife or hubby to their account.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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A war song!
I see the soldiers marching on
Singing a cold war song
On the road they hold onto their guns
As the fighting goes on all day long
Fight, March, and fight
Shoot, aim and shoot right
Whether the sun shines, this is war
This is war whether the rains pours
This is war where we kill
Our friends, sisters and brothers
For they are our enemies for real
If they choose against us for another
They go to war
Because of a handful of political men
Who stand alive; in erect offices still holding their pens
The soldiers fight until no one stands up anymore!
Fight, March, and fight
Shoot, aim and shoot right
Whether the sun shines, this is war
This is war whether the rains pours
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Kill Your Sons
All your two-bit psychiatrists
Are giving you electroshock
They said, theyd let you live at home with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospitals
But every time you tried to read a book
You couldnt get to page 17
cause you forgot where you were
So you couldnt even read
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know gonna kill, kill your sons
Theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Mom informed me on the phone
She didnt know what to do about dad
Took an axe and broke the table
Arent you glad youre married
And sister, she got married on the island
And her husband takes the train
Hes big and hes fat
And he doesnt even have a brain
Theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away
Creedmore treated me very good
But paine whitney was even better
And when I flipped out on phc
I was so sad, I didnt even get a letter
All of the drugs, that we took
It really was lots of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
You choke like a son of a gun
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Beware The Pen
Raise your daggers raise your guns,
Rant and rave and burst your lungs
Chant on highest mountain top
Seal the roads make traffic stop
Shoot to kill as you think right
Blast with bombs in deep of night
Spread all rumours in your favour
Win each battle stop and savour
Preach to all converted lands
Shoot unless they show their hands
Send the soldiers brave and true
To do the dirty work for you
All things equal in your world
As long as it's your flag unfurled
Make your mark as you see wise
Grow your empire in the skies
Just one thing before you go
Something that you need to know
If but one pen is left to write
You may lose this fiercest fight
For pens the rank of soldiers swell
Such written words of courage tell
A victory cant be assured
The pen is mighty... not the sword.
poem by Dave James
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The State of the Earth Address
The earth is in a kaleidoscope
Of misery devoid of hope
Swirling around its global axis
Lost in its madness such as this.
Wars and famine, hate abound
Death and destruction now surrounds.
Loss of homes and loss of lives
Lost even is the will to survive.
The most dangerous animal now set free
Man, the thinker, can no longer see
The bullets he fires, the bombs he blows
Spread hate like fire, will he never know?
A hornet's nest had been opened wide
Stirring more wars that break men inside,
Though living they're dead devouring life
Feeding on nations with their endless strife.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Why Fight Terrorism?
No nation can try to be both
A haven to terrorists and
A heaven to its citizens!
Nations mustn’t use the terrorists
To fight a proxy war for them
With neighbors over all disputes!
‘Violence begets violence! ’ ’Tis told.
Mere wars can’t usher peace on earth;
Love of brethren must rule all hearts!
The terrorists whom you support
Could ruin your own country too!
Root out terrorism in truth!
Terrorists are mere insane men!
They’re distraught, dissatisfied ones,
Who kill ruthlessly and get killed!
The bomb-culture and abductions
Must be fought relentlessly to
Free the world for peaceful men!
Unite against the terrorists!
Religion shouldn’t slacken your move;
The right to life belongs to all!
All terrorists are keen to kill,
And are willing to die as well!
‘Make world free of terrorism! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-18-2009
poem by John Celes
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Loss Of A Home
In the course my life I have seen many things
But nothing prepares you look into the faces of families who lost everything
Their is not sadness but strength and perseverance in their eyes.
It just material I keep telling myself
But its more then that it is a home a family made
A history love that makes a location what it is
My dear freind picked up one her lost photograph and balled cause it was of her grandfather who is now dead
Their scared not of the loss material but of a loss of their home
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Soldiers who are not afraid of guns, bombs, capture, torture or death say they are afraid of homosexuals. Clearly we should not be used as soldiers; we should be used as weapons.
When I was growing up, it was 'Communists'. Now it's 'Terrorists'. So you always have to have somebody to fight and be afraid of, so the war machine can build more bombs, guns, and bullets and everything.
quote by Cindy Sheehan
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A War Raging On
There's a war raging on
Though I know not where
There are people fighting
Though they do not care
Soldiers are fighting
Mothers are crying
Fathers are preaching
For their sons are dying,
For their is a war killing
And no one really cares.
There's bullets shooting
As I see the guns loading
And there's planes flying
For I feel the bombs exploding,
I see war and I see blood
And death upon the sand
There's hunger and death
I still see in His hand,
For there's people killing
As I see the blood flowing.
There's soldiers marching
For I hear them coming
The killing is flowing
For I see the children running,
There are people being shot
Poets getting caught
Murderers being sought
Lessons again being taught,
For there is a war raging
As the soldiers are hunting.
There is a war coming
For I hear the horns blowing
There is more killing coming
For I see the hate growing,
Children are getting killed
Burying bombs in the fields
Land is being destroyed
Mountains are becoming hills,
For there is a war coming
For I see the hate showing.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Man can…
I don’t feel I kill when I take
Antibiotics to kill germs.
I don’t feel I kill when I kill
Rodents, mosquitoes and serpents.
I kill fowls, goats and fish for food.
This’ the way I’ve been brought up
And I do it for my survival.
Terrorists don’t feel that they kill
When they kill innocent people,
Without which too they can survive.
Man’s mastered all his predators.
Terrorists are his predators.
It is time he annihilated them.
31.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Prayer to St Anthony for Lost Items
Saint Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the Special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find (mention Your petition) which has been lost. As least restore to me peace and Tranquility of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than My material loss.
To this favor I ask another of you: that I may always remain in Possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things Than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my Greatest treasure, eternal life with God. Amen.
poem by James Roberts
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I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Quickfire Terrorists
If you don't curl up and die for killing people
by blasting bombs and shooting with modern guns
or hitting with small air-crafts on a steeple,
You belong to the clans of Satan's sons.
You expel yourself from your religion.
See that brute from human manners off he runs!
Don't boast that you're of an arrogant legion.
Any racial or terror garb you may don.
If the weak take guns, you're to them a pigeon.
To nod to suicide-pacts, your blind faith they con
and get you with codes in primitive times born.
Strive to lift the poor whose parents dead and gone.
Drugs they chew to drive out of their minds, fear
but to kill, will any God license you, dear?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Possessions dwindle: I mourn their loss. But I mourn the loss of time much more, for anyone can save his purse, but none can win back lost time.
Peace Baloon floats over the War-zone!
Please do not shoot me
A peace baloon from Mars!
Where there's no War
No poverty, criminals, thieves & politicians
But pocketful of practical jokers!
Population is very low here
And I brought for all, the preliminary forms
To get the permanent residence there.
Please let me land safely first,
And leave your ridiculous guns aside.
We fight in our moral society with words and deeds
Guns they use only for cowboy movies without ammunition!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Along The War Avenue Of honour
Along the war Avenue of Honour a plaque to a dead soldier nailed to every tree
Brave young men who died in battle their reward for their bravery
They died in the war said to end all wars in the killing fields of World war one
But many wars since and far too many bloody battles and peace in the World not yet won.
Wars started by silly ageing men who send the young for them to die
Ageing men who themselves will die of old age and their twilight years they will enjoy,
ageing males heroes of their people we honour cowards as heroes one might say
The young men will go to war for them and the young men with their young lives pay.
The war supposed to end all wars long over almost nine decades since have gone by
But many wars have been fought since then and war pilots dropp their big bombs from the night sky
But suppose that's what will always happen when we give all of our power away
To silly and ageing male war men who with hair dyes cover their gray.
Along the war avenue of honour long dead soldiers names on every tree
Young noble men who died in battle far from homeland and family
In what was to be the war to end all wars yet we don't have much wisdom to show
For the loss of so many fine young men well over eight decades ago.
poem by Francis Duggan
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