The Killing Of Malcolm X
Forty years have come and gone
Since that cruel and fateful day
A victim of hearts gone wrong
For freedom, with his life he’d pay
Hardened hearts grow soft this day and age
In some ways life is better, in others life is worse
While in history books, he's earned a special page
Whilst evil men in DC still make use of X’s hearse
Justice still eludes too many in this land so great
Seeds of corruption growing with no end
The backs of “Colored folk” carry most the weight
Worked beyond endurance, a message they now send
Clean-out the Oval Office of corruption before it's too late
For in the hands of 'We the people”, lay a nations fate
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A cruel beast
Corruption,
A vice so loved.
The voiceless,
Suffer in its hands.
The powerful,
Feast its fruits,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Land,
From it emanate.
Mansions,
Like mushroom they sprout.
Cars,
Like bees they swarm.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Poverty,
A son to it has become,
Who,
A by-product is,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Mercy,
To it is rubbish,
Prosperity,
In its mind constantly dwells.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
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The Fight Against Corruption
The country cannot bear it anymore;
The vice has gained in-roads to every sphere;
Corruption rules the roost in daily life;
The weed has grown much better than good plants!
The common man’s the most affected one;
Corruption stays in forms, guises galore;
Taxes are worse and thanks to corruption;
No one is happy with the pay he gets!
Cheating has turned to be the way of life;
Stealing is not a crime for corrupted;
Corruption is the prime cause for price-rise;
The big cheats thrive despite the stricter laws.
Progress has been stifled by corruption;
The hand is used to get bribes all life-time;
The tongue speaks lies with ease and variety;
The time has come to root out corruption.
But who will fight this social evil great?
The few who try are not perfect at all;
The honest ones who try don’t make headway;
The beast is live and loitering afree!
The shark no longer stays in deeper seas;
The ice-berg’s tip can’t be made out these days;
The roots are stronger, gone too far and wide;
The habit’s now second nature of man!
No nation can go on in this fashion;
The good that’s done is undone by this bad!
A popular uprising is the answer;
But good leaders are not an easy find!
Fasting is not the way of doing things;
Violence only begets violence with time;
A lot of patience is needed to fight;
Unite must souls, hearts, minds to curb menace.
Real progress comes if corruption’s less;
Most people are fed up with how things are;
A renaissance must soon stem this vice fast;
Just righteousness can win over evils!
’Tis time to fight corruption in all ways;
Perseverance will tilt the balance soon;
A lot of sacrifice is essential;
The victory is a priceless gift to man!
Fondly dedicated to ‘Anna Hazare’, Indian freedom-fighter
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-06-11
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How Come, How Long (feat. Babyface)
Stevie Wonder and Babyface
There was a girl I used to know
She was oh so beautiful
But she's not here anymore
She had a college degree
Smart as anyone could be
She had so much to live for
But she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
He abused her love and treated her so bad
There was not enough education in her world
That could save the life of this little girl
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
She tried to give a cry for help
She even blamed things on herself
But no one came to her aid
Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell
That's what we'd like to tell ourselves
But no, it wasn't that way
So she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
And she paid with her life
For loving that man
So we cannot ignore,
We must look for the signs
And maybe next time we might save
somebody's life
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
I on occasion met that guy
It's been a feeling deep inside
Some ... wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beating his woman with his hands
Oh I wish that she'd seen the light
How can someone like that call himself a man
He's not a man
Soon reality ...
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
'Cause any kind of abuse
God knows, it's a crime
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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An Indian Dream Comes True
The war against corruption has begun!
It cannot end in scheduled time in years;
A beginning that’s good is work half-done;
But thanks to Anna, his Think-tank and seers!
Corruption is ingrained in people’s hearts;
The weed has grown wide-spread throughout the lands;
It can’t be wiped away, despite efforts;
It needs a change of attitude, strong hands!
Corruption is a love for easy wealth;
No one’s immune from habit that’s so rife;
The habit gains every person by stealth;
It hurts the poor, down-trodden’s heart like knife!
United, war against the menace works;
Democracy needs cleansing from its sores;
When left as such, society, it well irks;
It enters houses, homes by windows, doors!
One Bill cannot contain the rampant strife;
All citizens must fight the habit, crime;
Nevertheless, it can improve one’s life;
Only then, nations progress with more time!
Corruption is not something with a cure;
Beyond a point, we need not it endure;
Nevertheless, many hearts it does lure;
The menace can be mitigated, sure.
(Dedicated to Anna hazare, his team and all honest Indians/27-08-11)
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A Message to You
You gave my soul a whole new meaning
You helped stop the internal bleeding
I wouldn't have walked these sands
If you never handed me the will to try
The rivers of life fill my hands
Without your heart, I would begin to die
You take the weight of the world
Just to protect me from the sorrow
By midnight we watch waves curl
Injecting a new day tomorrow
You helped create my structure
Bringing me into light
I would never have lived this life
Without your direction and wisdom
Inside my veins you freely flow
I'm the legacy that's left behind
I send this message to you
You brought me the astral sky
Always answering my question 'why? '
Through the deep waters I tread
Without a step to be missed
My world would've been dead
Just another casualty on the list
You're the strength that I need
The stone to lean on when I'm falling
This life has caused me to bleed
But you cured it with your calling
You take me to higher places
Far away from the corruption
These sands are always sinking
But I have you to bring me out
Ill sing of your bravery everday
Up until your own fateful day
I send this message to you
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On Corruption
If corruption be mammoth tree,
Whose seed got planted by many,
But nurture it, most of us do-
Uproot it early, we ought to.
If corruption be cancerous,
And made by man and not inborn,
That we can give to all others-
The cure is within us, brothers.
If corruption is our pet beast,
But wild in nature, pampered free,
Some day, we’ll end up as its feast-
So, shackled in cage, let it be!
The destiny of nations all
Are threatened by corruption’s cloud;
The rain is worse than nuclear pall-
Let mankind not invite this shroud!
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An Attitude
The life never ment to be the same for all of us
It's just destines game
I don't have someone to blame
And I've always believed everything that happens to us has a reason beyond
Just we always come out of the darkest ways holding lights within hearts
Everything is there for a good reason I believe
Some of us with laughter was came to the life
Some of us with tears since their first breath are friends
Just this is how the life always used to be unfair
But something I've got never sufferings and tears would change the realities
Only thing they can do to bring more sadness more tears
It's all about patience
If you have nothing to change for what are your sufferings
They have nothing to do just to make things worse and harder to bear
The life is a school some of us graduates holding in their hands hearts filled with patience and charity
Some go to wrong ways it always depends to our attitudes and good seeds inside us.
I've chosen my path to God
I can see clearly the way that guides me to God
My attitude the positively look to the life
I can't turn the blacks to the whites
I don't have a magic stakes
To change impossibility's
I try to do my best to go ahead
With wright steps
But if there are things can't be changed in life
I'll never chose the darkened ways to make my changes
Just to feed my own interests
There are things are therefore to stay
You have to believe
It's about your attitudes.
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXI
If I have since done evil in my life,
I was not born for evil. This I know.
My soul was a thing pure from sensual strife.
No vice of the blood foredoomed me to this woe.
I did not love corruption. Beauty, truth,
Justice, compassion, peace with God and man,
These were my laws, the instincts of my youth,
And hold me still, conceal it as I can.
I did not love corruption, nor do love.
I find it ill to hate and ill to grieve.
Nature designed me for a life above
The mere discordant dreams in which I live.
If I now go a beggar on the Earth,
I was a saint of Heaven by right of birth.
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India’s Sixtieth Independence Day!
Sixty years have rolled off
Since India turned afree;
But minds and hearts of people
Stays in malady!
Not all’s well with the nation;
Where is social justice?
And rampant is corruption,
Plaguing most sectors.
Some brethren poor are poorer;
Some leaders stay so rich;
And diseases are rife,
Making life black as pitch!
The politics is awful;
They waste a lot of sums;
The needs of poor are unmet;
So is the score at stumps!
And Nature has been furious
In unexpected ways;
Will not Indians soon wake up
And change their future days?
Who cares about the struggles
Our freedom-fighters faced?
With love and bonds of friendship,
No more our hearts seem based!
God, usher in anew times
And make all realize
That progress needs hard labor,
Peace and sacrifice!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-15-2006
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To The Irish Delegates
Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token
Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;
You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken—
“They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.”
Tell Ireland—tell her in her desolation,
That hearts within the South for her have bled—
That scalding tears of helpless indignation
By eyes that read her cruel wrongs are shed.
Helpless no more! but strong to act hereafter,
For silenced arc the “loyal subjects’” sneers—
Too long have Ireland’s wrongs been words of laughter—
Arch-mockery to tickle British ears.
Tell Ireland that they lie of us—they slander,
Who say we care not for another’s wrong;
For we are not the men to kneel and pander
To tyranny, because the tyrant’s strong.
Take back across the waves Australia’s message,
And say our hearts are big, and strong our hands,
Tell Ireland that for her is surest presage
Of fate as fair as of these Southern lands.
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Hit That Freedom Bell, Let it Ring
Watch this trick, as the pricks pull the wool over our eyes.
Fool me all the time it seems, can't make no progress.
Aim the gun at you? Aim the gun at me? Pull the triggers and say our goodbyes.
I just keep flushing money down the toilet trying to get ahead.
Made the mistake of bringing too many women into my bed.
Now I'm working hard to stay fed.
You may not like my little rhymes and that is fine.
I'll tell you to stay home, watch the clock and its chimes, drinking that whole bottle of wine.
Let's let life pass us by, would it even matter. Maybe life comes around while we are standing still.
If the world has passed us, but the next train is still coming around, then who is left holding this expensive bill?
A young generation with a new heavy weight on our backs.
Expected to carry the corruption without a whisper of complaint, but they keep raising our taxes.
No longer giving the people what they want, I choose to speak out.
While other people may choose to sulk, ignore, or pout.
Grab your balls if you have any left, and shout.
Yell for your freedom before there is no more freedom bell to ring.
Camera eyes on our freeways, buildings, and bridges, watching us all the way.
9 digit number stamped to your head, checking for what you earned today.
Hand to mouth, bringing up air, where is the food you say?
It's being crapped out of the rich man Governor who enslaved you this way.
Take back your rights, your land, your independence.
Bring your hammer, or the butt of your gun and hit that freedom bell, let it ring, let it ring.
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The Anna Hazare Phenomenon (India's Anti-corruption Struggle)
A man in his mid-seventies
A freedom fighter veteran
Fights against a mammoth vice
’Tis Anti corruption!
Alone he fights and defies
The Government for his fast;
He can’t have his ways with ease
Nation watches aghast!
Freedom for a freed nation!
That’s what most people want;
Gone too high has corruption;
People join with a chant.
Democracy does not work,
Riddled by problems great;
Voters turn almost berserk;
Politicians, they hate.
Why give mandate for corrupt?
Let people introspect;
Struggles should not peace disrupt,
The law, we must respect.
The old man will not give up fast;
The bill must involve all;
People unite more than in past;
It is a clarion call.
Yet, no one is above law;
The issue is too big;
No law made is without flaw;
‘A wig remains a wig! ’
One can’t stall the Parliament;
Democracy must win;
A large nation’s one big lament
‘Just root out corruption! ’
The problem is so colossal;
The government’s in a fix;
All expect a miracle,
That needs a magic mix.
Quick victory is not in sight;
The menace must be curbed;
It requires the people’s might;
No use being perturbed.
People from all walks of life
Join Anna Hazare;
Corruption is big a strife;
Vijay ho, hamare!
dedicated to all Indians who fight for a just cause
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On the Innate Drive For What is Right
As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds.
Repression, red from irritation,
Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of
Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the
Dictatorial blight thro' countless years -
Wreaked its retribution:
Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace
Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the
Terror in their tears.
And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta:
Flesh fought fanatical minds -
Bullets welcomed into open hands
And blessed with yearnings for morality:
Chiselled man-toys of death and mutilation
Couldn't repel the might of freedom
Surging at the bright horizon.
Crepuscular rays of purpose, body,
Flooded pandemonium with
Overwhelming clarity, direction -
Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the
Light channelled out a vision,
Intensifying focus on tomorrow -
Deepen their stride
As they home in to
What is theirs,
Rightfully theirs!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Free To Be Me
Journeying across the roads of life
In a land of violence, corruption and strife
Looking for a place to build a home
A piece of land to call my own
To breed clean livestock, to grow my crops
In a peaceful surrounding be it cold or hot
To raise a family free of pollution
Where prejudice and racism are unintelligent solutions
Hunting the wildlife which eats not of flesh
Fishing in waters clear, clean and fresh
Collecting honey from the hives of bees
Drinking spices and herb growing wild and free
Journeying through life with limited time
Searching the outskirts for a place I could find
Like my people before me I strive to be free
To demonstrate to my sons what a true man should be
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Anna Hazare
A ctivist of Anti-corruption movement
N apped the people's bill into parliament,
N o force could tremble your aim
A n uninterrupted march to achieve the same.
H ave great task undertaken
A longwith team, with firm determination,
Z eal, enthusiasm and dedication
A nd evoked people, to eradicate corruption.
R eturn back is not in your dictionery
E liminating corruption is aim primary
Followed the philosphy of Gandhian
Captured hearts of millions Indians.
Follwed route of nonviolence and fast
Surely to win the battle at last,
People's strength, your commitment,
Cofidence, sacrifice and determination
Bound to accomplish the success in
Mission of motion to eradicate corruption.
You have assigned to weave a net
To trap the weavers themselves.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
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India’s ‘I’m Anna’ Movement
With eagle’s eyes
And staunch a mind
And heart of love
For common man
A Gandhian true
Fast undertook
None could predict
Repercussions.
He donned a cap
And kept vigil
For twelve full days
On mere water.
He scared the rich
Men in power
Who misuse it,
And cheat the poor
He minced no words
spoke out his heart
in plain language
to all Indians.
His wake-up call
was clear and firm
Corruption should
end in India
A Bill must come
In Lok Sabha
To include all
Both high and low
Jan Lokpal Bill –
He authored fast,
And broke his fast
When promise came.
This was Anna,
An Indian,
Whose one good thought,
New Freedom got.
He showed the world
That corruption
Should be contained
For nation’s sake.
His act was brave
And defiant
Till success came
By polity.
This was the start
He aimed for now
Fight will go on
On more issues
Anna was great
His slate was neat
He was simple
And most humble
He shook India
On ruin’s verge;
He convinced crowds
That came to hear.
A new Gandhi
A modern one
Who wars with hearts
That destroy peace
His arrest, fast
None can forget
His stamina
Aided his feat.
‘We need to change
All things around,
And common man
Needs faira share.’
Jan Lokpal Bill
Would do the trick –
The game-changer
That people want.
The Parliament
Saw well his cause,
And passed a good
Resolution.
Anna made it:
His plan had worked;
His fast pulled off
A victory!
His win was great,
Exemplary;
He changed the fate
Of polity!
He moved a sea
Of Indian hearts
Within, abroad,
Uniting all!
Oh, what a way!
Oh, what a win!
Non-violence
Had won most hearts!
“No scams or shams
No shame or blame,
No corruption,
In people’s rule! ”
'Democracy,
If good, will be
The ideal form
Of governance!
Where power comes
From people’s votes
And corruption
In shackles stays!
God bless India
God bless Anna
God bless Lokpal
God bless all men.'
(Dedicated to Anna Hazare and His Team Against Corruption
in India/28-08-11
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‘I’m Anna! ’ - Movement: Poem on Corruption in India
The poor become poorer each day
The rich turn richer every way
Corruption is the cause that may
Prevent a nation’s progress, Aye!
Corruption rules the world in ways
Indiscernible yet, always;
The common man’s heart, mind and face
Reveals the menace in each case
Corruption wears so many masks;
The corrupt in lucre’s sun basks;
All accept it and no one asks,
‘Why burden-some turn daily tasks? ’
Corruption has gone too rampant;
It runs amok like an elephant;
The poor man’s life is like an ant;
Mass rallies slogans only chant.
The war to curb corruption’s on;
Good youth in India have been born;
The people get gleanings of corn,
While sheaves in rich men’s homes adorn.
Corruption’s the cause of price-rise;
Share-markets play a game like dice;
Taxes have grown mammoth in size;
A tax-payer ashamed then dies.
Which leader will then stem this rot?
– Democracy is badly caught;
The fight must be much bravely fought
Till freedom after Freedom’s got!
Dedicated to ‘ I’m Anna! ’ movement hero in India
Shri. Anna Hazare
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-11
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Illogical?
there will always be rules
that is why
there will always be
violations
there will always be laws
and so the criminals
exist
there will always be corruption
because we make it so
destroy the laws
erase the rules
make corruption
a way of life
let anarchy rule
let us see
who wins this game
legalize corruption
do there will be no
crime
have a bidding
of the election
so there will be
no vote-buying
this may be illogical
but these are all real
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Sonnet: The Best Takes Time
All things take time to reach maturity;
A fruit must grow in size ‘fore it ripens;
A work should keep some kind of purity;
It takes some years before a Bard well pens.
Records are broken not in simple ways;
A second off the track-record is great;
All achievements take place by sweat and days;
If things go wrong, then people call it fate.
A world’s wonder takes years and men to build;
An invention needs effort without end;
Discoveries by pluck is but God-willed;
The ways to mighty peaks but narrow wend.
Great things in life are achieved by hard work;
The little set-backs should not one’s mind irk.
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Justice is the One who gives Life on Me
For the people who seek for comfort or dead mercy,
Their fairness sob and yet still strife for their right,
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
My eyes shed tears, my heart crumpled tenderly
Cries of beggar and poor who gleamed on my sight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life on me.
The soul who screams, murdered by hatred and fury,
By means of politics, they were killed and cause blight
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Such criminals must be punish and injured severely,
Either they’ll tell the truth or lie, a freedom to fight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life for me.
Unjust power, ways of government over sovereignty,
To rule the nation seeking in dark the hopes in light
Yet, rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Hearts and souls are estranged on life that’s so unlucky,
And unfair and believers grasp on their faith; hold on tight,
And rage against the death of justice before it will be,
For only Justice, Justice and Justice…
Which the one who gives life to me.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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