Water! Water! Water!
“ By triggering this switch
I want to pull down myself
and this highest tower of this city”,
He cried aloud in the seventh storey.
The clerks and executives ran down
shouting a psychopath armed with bombs
was to demolish this structure.
Sensing danger from the cries,
the people from the floors above
rushed out yelling”suicide bomber! ”.
The police and the fire wagons came
not waiting for a written complaint
and climbed up inch by inch.
They advised him not to kill himself
and they urged him to tell his demand.
”There is a national threat
by these alien terrorists”,
people blocking the road spoke to each other.
“Our service registers are in the tenth floor,
I’ve no hope of getting my pension”,
a man at the edge of retirement groaned.
The police assured to fob him off with a job.
and some talked of his courage
to get there and nobbled the cops to listen,
tricking the metal detector at the entrance.
“ I don’t want a job but two bucketfuls of water”,
he blared out and threw down
the blank cabinet of a transistor set
tied around his waist.
The police pulled him along to the station
for giving him what deserved at the earliest.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Thought Police
(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
Chorus:
Thought police
They will put you under
The thought police
They will take you in
The thought police
They will clean your mind out
The thought police
You can never win
You can never win
You can never, never, never, never, never win
There are people around with problems
Those who live in fear
Running from the shadows
Waiting for another year
Thought of the secrets
Secrets of the mind
Thoughts can spell out danger
To the leaders of the time
Chorus
Thoughts are fleeting glimpses
Of the future or the past
They lock ideas in a bottle
Its time to break the glass
Hiding out in the daytime
Crawling through the night
Keeping out of danger
Just trying to find the light
Chorus
Chorus (x2 and fade)
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Nutbush City Limts
Words and music by tina turner
Theres a church house, gin house,
School house, outhouse.
On u.s. 19,
Hey, the people keep the city clean.
They call it nutbush, nutbush,
Nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
25 is the speed limit,
Motorcycles not allowed in it.
Go to town on saturday,
Go to church on sunday.
Up in ... up in ... nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
Say it again...
Work the fields on weekdays,
Have a picnic every labor day.
Go to town on a friday,
Be in church on a sunday.
Up in ... up in ... nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
Little old town,
Down in tennessee.
A real quiet community,
A real quiet southern community.
Not much happens in nutbush;
You can hear the corn grow.
Got to watch out for the police,
Drivin through nutbush.
Got to watch out for the police,
If youre drivin through nutbush.
Watch out for the police,
Watch out for the police.
Keep an eye out for the police,
Keep an eye out for the police.
An eye out for the police.
Nutbush city limits,
Nutbush city limits,
Nutbush city limits.
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Your religion assumes that people are children and need a boogeyman so they'll behave. You want people to believe in God so they'll obey the law. That's the only means that occurs to you: a strict secular police force, and the threat of punishment by an all-seeing God for whatever the police overlook.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Public Safety
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And 'if' it has been determined,
That 'law' has been broken...
Guess who is going to jail?
That is certain.
Those 'laws' will prevail!
People yelling, 'Protect me and mine! '
Will find themselves ignored,
Most of the time!
Police are trained to deal with you psychologically...
However,
Your individual needs...
Are not theirs to feed!
Your rights to protect yourself is best.
And that's why the streets are full of such unrest!
IF you have problems with this as it is...
Know what those laws are!
And why crime has risen...
Bringing folks to tears.
And your individual feelings,
Are not part of constitutional business!
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And your taxes 'may' be used,
To fill a pothole!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no requirement that police stop a person who enters a police station and states that he wishes to confess a crime or a person who calls the police to offer a confession because volunteered statements of any kind are not barred by the 5th Amendment.
quote by Earl Warren
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In the police force, two, three, five traitors are detected who are really working for someone else. When we cleanse the police of them, the problem will be simplified a lot. Terrorists will have no one to contact - they will be left without informers.
quote by Akhmad Kadyrov
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The Killer Tsunami of 2004
O see there, a calm, hand-tied public servant
lets his eyes to flooding tears flowing down
being caught into the web of collusion
between the advocate and the police.
A Tsunami of a mind-boggling complaint
of his daughter-in-law of five months wedded life
and forty days- stay in his house with his son,
alleging demand of dowry, harrassment and cheating,
embellished by the usual rubbish and lies
by a shameless, criminal advocate
and empowered by the money making women cops,
made the sub - inspector surging towards his house
on the dreadful morn of Sunday, the 26th Dec.2004,
lashing out on the gate and waking them up,
pulling him back along with his wife and son
to the fecund station of breeding dowry charges
and kept them under station- arrest.
As the inspector was away to serve
where the tidal waves of great temblor
had risen as a wall in a flash,
chased and swept off the people on the coast,
smashed down huts and concrete houses,
contaminated the sources of water
and trapped the unwary into watery graves,
the Sub-Inspector played her planned role with ease,
with occasional threats and mock panchayats,
praying to God often with pious words,
and at times sprinkling filthy dialects,
coerced the groom to give 3.5 lakhs
to compensate the matrimonial expenses
and the damage caused to his wife’s chastity,
and get divorce under mutual consent
or else be jailed and settled at the court later.
What a counseling! What an operation!
O you girls of unbridled desires! Hatch a plot
to marry an innocent groom from a quiet family;
cajole him to use contraceptives from the night one,
cause ripples of discontent one by one,
route a complaint through the family court
to the All Women Police Station.
You’re sure to win the jackpot!
And rejoin with your boyfriends
waiting with woolfish grins.
But the grooms and their parents roll into a sea
of sleeplessness for the fault of choosing you as brides.
Long live the anti-dowry acts
and the counseling women cops.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The toilets at a local police station have been stolen. Police say they have nothing to go on.
quote by Ronnie Barker
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Guatemala Unanswered
Where bad men go free as good women die.
Crying for justice that's never answered.
Their families mourn and loved ones will cry,
Waiting for justice that's never answered.
Raped, cut, bitten, tortured until they die,
Praying for police that never answer.
Gangs ruling the streets without a worry
About the police who never answer
For relatives who come, all those who cry,
Seeking, but never finding their answers
From police who shrug, roll their eyes and sigh,
The police who should have all the answers,
But then, it’s not their daughters who have died.
So the courageous police run and hide
Karl Stuart Kline
June 10,2008
poem by Karl Stuart Kline
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Inch By Inch
You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
Chorus
Dont move a muscle baby
Dont even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Dont try to stop me when
You told me to start
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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W. M. A.
He won the lottery when he was born
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue
Trained like dogs, color and smell
Walks by me to get to him police man (2x)
He won the lottery by being born
Big hand slapped a white male merican
Do no wrong, so clean cut...
Dirty his hands, it comes right off
Police man (2x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (2x)
Jesus greets me...looks just like me...
Do no wrong, so clean cut
Dirty his hands, it comes right off
Police man (3x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (2x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (3x)
All my pieces set me free...human devices set me free...
All my pieces set me free... (2x) } (2x)
Human devices set me free... (2x) }
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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What do you mean you have my children at the police station? Why are my kids at the police station?
quote by O.J. Simpson
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The police belongs to the people and the people belong to the police.
quote by Todor Zhivkov
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We and our Laws
Our laws permit the police
to lay a trap to catch,
the worst criminal at large,
only on receiving complaints.
The people are cut into size
by the laws of our land
and those of the chopper-rowdies.
The weak and the meek can’t dare
file complaints against the killers
and the cops ignore the unruly deeds.
Some doctors loot the kidneys
and make a quick fortune.
They land in jails after a decade
when the police receive complaints.
Some feign as tax-officers
crush the flowers in the cine-films
and rob their hard-earned money.
The cops won’t act till those girls
come and report with flashing cameras around.
Some unlawful youths kill and scare,
amass wealth in crores,
pipe funds to ruling parties;
the public and the police remain tight-lipped.
The officers need to praise them on dais
in fear of being transferred or blackmailed.
The people feel insecure to see some cops
or the culprits reaching atop the public life.
The politicians too feel uneasy
When the reporters hired or bought step in
as they of the Fourth Estate
could make or mar someone’s repute.
The factors of caste, religion, dinner and cash
spur the newsmen to turn their cameras
and wield their pens to belch out fire and filth.
May God bless those who haven’t joined parties!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The nights I tried to kill myself
I tried to kill my self a few nights ago
I cut my Wrists
And tied a loose around my neck.
Still I did not succeed
I was stopped yet again
By the police
Sticking their nose in.
I tried to kill myself
What is it with people?
Why cant they see what I see?
Why can they not let me go?
Why did they have to save me?
On the nights I tried to kill myself.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The President of my Village Panchayat
“ They don’t allow me to speak the truth’,
the President of my village Panchayat said
and looked up at the strange guests.
“ You’ve killed some stray dogs
and flashed the news across the Media.
We are from the Blue Cross”,
the guests cried and sat.
“ Blue Cross, Red Cross, Holy Cross…
I don’t know read English dailies.
But the newspapers and T.V. channels in Tamil
have extolled me for spending from my pockets
to hire some dog catchers to catch
the canines with the noose after a chase
and club them to death with steel rods.
My innovative steps to kill these useless dogs
have panned out well. My minions
strangled some sick pubs last year
and gave a decent burial on that river’s bank
but the reporters failed to laud my service”,
Our President a rich but an innocent farmer,
studied fifth class spoke aloud and ended with:
“ They don’t allow me to speak the truth”.
“ Oh, you overstep the limits;
You ‘re cruel to animals.
We have to call the police to nab you”,
the Blue Cross officials said with an angry face.
Sensing some rebuke, the president
ordered for some snacks and cool drinks
and recanted what he said:
“Those things happened in a Panchayat nearby.
I rear cats and dogs at home.
One dog has bites incurable on its body”,
with a tinge of pity on his face.
“ Keeping a sick dog is punishable”,
the officers blared and thumped on the table.
“ I don’t eat the flesh of dogs
as people do in the city.
For family pets I have more pity.
But they don’t allow me to be gritty in speaking truth”,
he smiled and bundled them out.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Grossly Limited
People claiming to have common sense,
Will make attempts to convince anyone listening.
Raving they wish to the government out of their daily lives.
However...
When trouble arrives at their doorstep,
They do not call upon God to correct their situations...
Or protect them.
They call upon the police to cease their agonies.
A service that makles their taxes increase.
And...
If the police are not there within minutes,
A blame of their local government from them is dispensed.
Saying they pay to keep protected.
But the police are not there to do that at all.
They are there for purposes of civil disobedience.
To maintain the public's interests!
And 'that' is the law.
None obey!
From the pulpits to the streets,
Disagreements with mandates delivered from God...
Fall upon deaf ears.
Religiously.
People claiming to have common sense,
Don't listen.
Quick to defend ignorance.
And are pretentious in displaying their offense.
Since this conflicts with discipline!
An activity for them too lazy to inflict.
Restricting their insight!
And manifesting a grossly limited comprehension of life.
'If money is not attached,
No attention is given! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sirens
I hear them again.
The sirens are on their way.
In come the police.
Along with the paramedics.
Off to hospital I have to go.
They can't leave me.
Not now they've been told.
My suicide can't go on.
Becuase the sirens are screaming.
Here are the police.
Who I hate with all my might.
Saving my life.
They don't care about my strife.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The police are the public and the public are the police; the police being only members of the public who are paid to give full time attention to duties which are incumbent on every citizen in the interests of community welfare and existence.
quote by Robert Peel
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Suicide (A Better Way) Lyrics ~Choking Victim~
Sippin on the dragon the other day,
Tompkins Square Park up by Avenue A.
Halfway down the forty and a pig come up to me,
said 'listen here boy, gotta show me yer ID.'
Well living in a police state,
I tell you man, it ain't that great,
I know it doesn't even matter what I say,
but don't ya know there's gotta be a better way?
I'm all alone, I'm feeling bad,
I'm by my self, all I ever had.
I hate my life, I'm such a mess,
I wanna die, I'm so depressed.
And every time I look at you,
I know exactly what to do.
I didn't want to be born, the pleasure all has died,
so now I'm gonna snuff it with a suicide.
Suicide (its the best) , no better way.
Sit in a hot bathtub, raise a blade
and slit your wrists, watch your life fade to black.
You have this power to kill yourself, called suicide,
and no one can take that back.
There is no better way to kill your self than suicide,
there is no sweater death,
no better way.... suicide
a better way....
do it kill your self
poem by Born Frustrated
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