Seeking Asylum or a Better Economic Life?
In countries where the tyrants rule
or the terrorists spoil the life, cool,
rape and shooting, people face
and so in boats, they race
to new nations to work as a mule.
The asylum seekers shouldn't form a religious group.
To the call of extremists, let not your minds stoop.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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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
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Jaipur Blasts ‘08
The pink city looks almost red!
Some terrorists have struck some dead;
This is the work of some, misled;
Something is wrong within their head.
The will of people is too strong;
Terrorists can’t succeed for long;
They choose places where people throng;
They blast them dead like loud a song!
This is a clarion call to all;
Most blast victims need just a pall;
All patriots must unite fast,
And fight the menace till the last.
But terrorists think, most won’t join;
The war against them is prolonged;
Most nations suffer from this scourge;
United, we can win this war!
All people must be alert hence;
They must be wary of strange things;
They ought to work with common sense;
Terrorists are insane earthlings!
dedicated to the sad victims and lucky survivors!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-14-2008
poem by John Celes
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Scary Folks
Those who claim to know The Truth are dangerous indeed
Questioning and humbleness are things they do not need
Open minds are useless and discussions take too long
Others have opinions which most certainly are wrong
Hesitation's not required when you are in the right
If others dare to disagree perhaps it's time to fight
When scary folks form in a group the dangers escalate
And violence is one result this mixture can create
Religious zeal can be the yeast that helps group hate to rise
Outsiders soon are enemies and victory the prize
All means are seen as valid when one hears a holy voice
And violent retribution can become a righteous choice
Our world is rent asunder by extremists far and wide
We need some moderation if we are to stem the tide
Traits such as acceptance can help get us back on track
With a dose of humbleness to soften what we lack
Glimpses of divinity are there for all to see
No one group can claim to know complete reality
When we share our glimpses and the truth that each group knows
We walk in true humility and understanding grows
Let us walk the peaceful path with open hearts and minds
So that we all may grow in love as violence declines
We need not cling to foolish pride and narrowness of sigh
Each of us can share the grace which lets all see the light
poem by Mark Bratlie
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Me And The Mule
My old mule,
He's gota grin on his face.
He's been a mule so long
He's forgotten about his race.
I'm like that old mule --
Black -- and don't give a damn!
You got to take me
Like I am.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Internet Terrorists
The internet is a lovely place,
with it you can make friends
all over the world.
You can travel with it to countries
you will never be able to see,
talk to their people,
and even make new friends there.
Like with everything,
there is good and bad.
You get a few who want to spoil it
for all the rest.
They call themselves jokers and such.
I call them internet terrorists.
They come in different guises,
spammers, and pornographers to name but two,
but the worst of the bunch
is the virus constructors.
We’ve all been hit,
maybe even more than once
by these terrorists of the internet,
and as each day passes
a new virus is produced
somewhere by there internet terrorist,
who just want to ruin every bodies lives,
and take away their enjoyment.
Why I am writing this,
my computer was stuck today
by one of these insane lunatic
and their silly games.
It is no fun waiting hours on end
for the anti-virus protection
to sort the problem out,
given to you by some faceless lout
called an internet terrorist.
poem by David Harris
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A True God!
religious fanatics,
immoral moral extremists,
of all faiths,
has killed more people
in the name of god,
have spread more prejudice
and hatred in the name of god...
and have taken more
from the innocent and poor,
in the name of god...
whatever god!
than all the tyrants
throughout history!
true faith,
of whatever flavor,
is based in compassion.
any action done
outside of compassion
has nothing to do
with a true god!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lazy
Some men enjoy the constant strife
Of days with work and worry rife,
But that is not my dream of life:
I think such men are crazy.
For me, a life with worries few,
A job of nothing much to do,
Just pelf enough to see me through:
I fear that I am lazy.
On winter mornings cold and drear,
When six o'clock alarms I hear,
'Tis then I love to shift my ear,
And hug my downy pillows.
When in the shade it's ninety-three,
No job in town looks good to me,
I'd rather loaf down by the sea,
And watch the foaming billows.
Some people think the world's a school,
Where labor is the only rule;
But I'll not make myself a mule,
And don't you ever doubt it.
I know that work may have its use,
But still I feel that's no excuse
For turning it into abuse;
What do you think about it?
Let others fume and sweat and boil,
And scratch and dig for golden spoil,
And live the life of work and toil,
Their lives to labor giving.
But what is gold when life is sped,
And life is short, as has been said,
And we are such a long time dead,
I'll spend my life in living.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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It Is Wrong!
the fact that hate groups
still exist in the 21st century
is an abomination!
whether under the guise
of political extremists,
terrorists, moral hardliners,
or religious fanatics....
IT IS WRONG!
stop the hate!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let There Be Hope
Boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a tyrants torment
With joyous rapture,
T'ward a life content.
rickety, leaking boat
Let there be hope.
Boats of hope,
human tragedy afloat
Sailing away,
a homelands fear
On terrorful waves
Closer now, sanctuary near.
listing, ailing boat,
Let there be hope.
Boats without hope,
Human misery, afloat
Sailing away,
from a life content
With sorrow filled hearts.
recapitulated, now their torment.
Scuttled, sinking boat,
let there be hope.
Boats nae float,
beneath an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a savior of deception
An islands hopeless souls
shattered dreams of redemption.
Fractured, sunken boat
let there be hope.
Stop the boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing t'ward,
asylum signed veracious
People who pride, 'fair go '
ah, but leaders are mendacious.
Rickety, Leaking Shattered Boat
please, let there be hope.
poem by Phil Charters
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Here's To Anti War People
To so called patriots and pro war people and those to enlightenment blind
They are not to be trusted and are traitor kind
But they march for peace and I see that as great
And they are the people that I celebrate
If anti war people are seen by some as traitors and guilty of grave sin
Then I too am a traitor amongst them count me in
For war never brings true peace despite what some say
And somewhere in the World war is waged every day
In Countries in Africa, The Middle East and Afghanistan and Iraq
People constantly living in fear of attack
From terrorists and extremists that war did create
Compassionless people who are consumed by hate
So here's to anti war people their praises I must sing
Their march is for peace and that is a great thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nature Has Her Rule
A donkey and a horse
made a mule
a mule and a mule
would'nt make one
could'nt do so
nature has her rule
she would play her cards well
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Hymn
In The Time Of War And Tumults
O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands
Despair and victory give;
In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,
The souls of nations live;
Thou wilt not turn Thy face away
From those who work Thy will,
But send Thy peace on hearts that pray,
And guard Thy people still.
Remember not the days of shame,
The hands with rapine dyed,
The wavering will, the baser aim,
The brute material pride:
Remember, Lord, the years of faith,
The spirits humbly brave,
The strength that died defying death,
The love that loved the slave:
The race that strove to rule Thine earth
With equal laws unbought: .
Who bore for Truth the pangs of birth,
And brake the bonds of Thought.
Remember how, since time began,
Thy dark eternal mind
Through lives of men that fear not man
ls light for all mankind.
Thou wilt not turn Thy face away
From those who work Thy will,
But send Thy strength on hearts that pray
For strength to serve Thee still.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Rule Britannia
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair:
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
poem by James Thomson
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When Dacey rode the Mule
’TWAS to a small, up-country town,
When we were boys at school,
There came a circus with a clown,
Likewise a bucking mule.
The clown announced a scheme they had
Spectators for to bring—
They’d give a crown to any lad
Who’d ride him round the ring.
And, gentle reader, do not scoff
Nor think a man a fool—
To buck a porous-plaster off
Was pastime to that mule.
The boys got on he bucked like sin;
He threw them in the dirt.
What time the clown would raise a grin
By asking, “Are you hurt?”
But Johnny Dacey came one night,
The crack of all the school;
Said he, “I’ll win the crown all right;
Bring in your bucking mule.”
The elephant went off his trunk,
The monkey played the fool,
And all the band got blazing drunk
When Dacey rode the mule.
But soon there rose a galling shout
Of laughter, for the clown
From somewhere in his pants drew out
A little paper crown.
He placed the crown on Dacey’s head
While Dacey looked a fool;
“Now, there’s your crown, my lad,” he said,
“For riding of the mule!”
The band struck up with “Killaloe”,
And “Rule Britannia, Rule”,
And “Young Man from the Country”, too,
When Dacey rode the mule.
Then Dacey, in a furious rage,
For vengeance on the show
Ascended to the monkeys’ cage
And let the monkeys go;
The blue-tailed ape and the chimpanzee
He turned abroad to roam;
Good faith! It was a sight to see
The people step for home.
For big baboons with canine snout
Are spiteful, as a rule—
The people didn’t sit it out,
When Dacey rode the mule.
And from the beasts he let escape,
The bushmen all declare,
Were born some creatures partly ape
And partly native-bear.
They’re rather few and far between,
The race is nearly spent;
But some of them may still be seen
In Sydney Parliament.
And when those legislators fight,
And drink, and act the fool,
Just blame it on that torrid night
When Dacey rode the mule.
A.B. (Banjo) Pasterson
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Why Me Only?
Rape here and rape there, rape is every where.
And country is become a big Mogul Harem, my fear;
Rape in the village, rape in the town:
Rape in sari, rape in gown:
India, secular, socialist and democratic:
But of late has become a rape republic.
Rape on an infant, rape on an old:
Rape of a student, rape of a tourist, told:
Rape by a friend, rape by an enemy:
Rape by majority, rape by minority;
Rape by the rich, rape by a poor ward:
Rape by forward, rape by backward.
A paid rape and a free rape,
A group rape and a compulsive rape,
All are socialist and secular,
In this perversion, hateful;
Daily it is breaking news,
Still there is no emotion to view.
I had survived, from among the dying,
The rapists reached to rape me, trying;
In my mother's wombs, unborn, I was a fetus;
No safe corners hide to shun the pain, tedious;
As I got a shape of a beautiful moor,
The dark sheep are there to maul my contour.
'This single act ends my own life, ' is one,
Where all the pains reside;
Crushed by the mis-fortune of some deadly sin-
Can't be washed by greatest win.
I lifted but hated my self here,
'There's no solace any where! '
"It is a dark spot, where all light spent,
All darkness! " cried I, Intent;
It hit me hard to graceless mutiny,
I was hideous, hopeless without scrutiny;
I sat, where night never ends;
Heaven's radiant show never lends.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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If we ever hope to rid the world of the political AIDS of our time, terrorism, the rule must be clear: One does not deal with terrorists; one does not bargain with terrorists; one kills terrorists.
quote by Meir Kahane
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Let's not leave an educational vacuum to be filled by religious extremists who go to families who have no other option and offer meals, housing and some form of education. If we are going to combat extremism then we must educate those very same children.
quote by Hillary Clinton
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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Annoying people
You think you’re so cool,
Just because you’re popular you think you rule the school.
Well here’s some news for you,
We go to this school to.
We are not nerds that are dumb,
We have a big group and don’t hang out with our mum.
We’re cool as well,
Not some weirdos under a spell.
We’re up with the fashion,
And full of passion.
We go to night clubs,
And hang out at pubs.
Remember think twice,
Before you laugh at us or you’ll pay the price.
See you tomorrow at school,
Only this time its not you that rule the school.
We are just like you chatty, loud and cool
poem by Kelly Kramm
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What other nations call religious toleration, we call religious rights. They are not exercised in virtue of governmental indulgence, but as rights, of which government cannot deprive any portion of citizens, however small.
quote by Richard Mentor Johnson
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