Aren’t they thieves?
One is rich, with the wealth stolen.
One is wise, with the thoughts ill gotten.
One is great, with the trust harboured.
They are not regarded as thieves.
04.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Merit is comparative
The less foolish among fools are wise.
The less wise among the wise are fools
The less poor among the poor are rich.
The less rich among the rich are poor.
01.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Treat others as wise.
Mind, whom you regard as fool,
By whom you are regarded as fool.
Whom you regard as wise
By whom you are regarded as wise
Why do you not see this simple rule
21.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On borrowings
Literature is materials
Stolen from the stocks stolen.
Wealth is materials
Robbed from the stores robbed.
Epics are materials
Of lies from the heaps of lies.
A life is a borrowed one
From the one borrowed in turn.
The world lives on borrowings.
Borrowings gather changes,
Which we call evolution.
19.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Trust Yourself
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do the things that only you know best.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do whats right and not be second-guessed.
Dont trust me to show you beauty
When beauty may only turn to rust.
If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to know the way that will prove true in the end.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to find the path where there is no if and when.
Dont trust me to show you the truth
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Well, youre on your own, you always were.
In a land of wolves and thieves.
Dont put your hope in ungodly man
Or be a slave to what somebody else believes.
Trust yourself
And you wont be disappointed when vain people let you down.
Trust yourself
And look not for answers where no answers can be found.
Dont trust me to show you love
When my love may only be lust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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What Is Mammon?
Mammon is
riches
personified
as evil
or wealth
regarded
as a God
or an evil
influence.
Observe the worshippers
of wealth on Wall Street
washing hands in rivers
of wealth bled tribute money.
Praises sung to Babylon
the Great in haughty pride.
Great luxury is this palace
of immorality poured funds.
All those poor prostituted
bodies minds worldwide?
International Monetary Fund
dictates crops sown slave
wages sown in third world
newly termed developing...
symbolic of developing
western greed leeched
from veins of illiterate
workers oppressed exploited...
blood diamonds sparkle
on the hands about the necks
of their paid for women
wealth riches considered
an evil corrupt influence
Hollywood is mammonism
not your precious mother?
Mammon
an incarnate evil
dressed in bodily form
dressed as epitome of fashion
while number crunchers
noisily busily munch
devising new ways
to sell workers into early grave
Mammon is
riches
personified
as evil
or wealth
regarded
as a God
or an evil
influence.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bazaar Of Balloons
If the ballooned bazaar is barraged by thieves,
Sell it afterwards to a balloonist who believes.
He sells it perhaps to a merchant on the loose,
This man offers a price to others to abuse
Them.
If this bazaar of balloons is a balcony now,
We see further than thieves can allow.
The plan is to frustrate the balloonist
In order to triumph with the cartoonist
Who draws from this.
The thieves have stolen the painting,
The painting of balloons they were reacquainting.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Trust Trust
Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear
Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above
Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy
Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art
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Extravaganza
Eat rich food, watch movies,
See beauties, go to parties
And spend in luxuries.
What else can you do
With all the wealth you have,
To fill the widening gap
Done by sexual taboos?
13.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sea Rogues
Out in the sea, in the rough waves
A ruffian galleon in pursuit of ill-gotten wealth
Its crew of sea rogues out for stealing
They are led by a dark-hearted captain, Captain Health
This crew goes about stealing and killing
A terrible life for which they crave
A merchant galleon, they spotted
The ruffian ship on hot heels of the rich-laden ship
Moving forth at a speed to get closer
The ship of bandits had the merchant ship within its grip
The other ship, filled with chaos, disorder
Robbed clean and dry, the ship had bloodshed
Taking everything they’ve stolen
The sea rogues rejoiced with the prized stolen items
For celebration, they drank rounds of rum
To have amassed jewels, gems of great desire to them
Sang songs of the seas, played with pipes and drums
This is a sea life, they see as golden
They set sail towards land for keeps
Going at a great speed, the galleon headed west
The days went by, until they reached the shores
The rogues rejoiced, their journey laid to rest
Packing the stolen riches was the chore
The sea rogues had them treasured somewhere deep
The stolen riches are kept somewhere
Buried in one of the caves in a lonely terrain
Far away from the society’s reach
All these to make sure that no treasure is lost in vain
Then the sea rogues set out into the beach
Out into the sea, for more robbery there
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Why Art Thou Thus Cast Down, My Heart?
Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?
Why troubled, why dost mourn apart,
O'er nought but earthly wealth?
Trust in thy God, be not afraid,
He is thy Friend who all things made.
Dost think thy prayers He doth not heed?
He knows full well what thou dost need,
And heaven and earth are His;
My Father and my God, who still
Is with my soul in every ill.
Since Thou my God and Father art,
I know Thy faithful loving heart
Will ne'er forget Thy child;
See I am poor, I am but dust,
On earth is none whom I can trust.
The rich man in his wealth confides,
But in my God my trust abides;
Then laugh ye as ye will,
I hold this fast that He hath taught,--
Who trusts in God shall want for nought.
Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day
As Thou hast been and shalt be aye,
I rest on Thee alone;
Thy riches to my soul be given,
And 't is enough for earth and heaven.
What here may shine I all resign,
If the eternal crown be mine,
That through Thy bitter death
Thou gainedst, O Lord Christ, for me--
For this, for this, I cry to Thee!
All wealth, all glories, here below,
The best that this world can bestow,
Silver or gold or lands,
But for a little time is given,
And helps us not to enter heaven.
I thank Thee, Christ, Eternal Lord,
That Thou hast taught me by Thy word
To know this truth and Thee;
O grant me also steadfastness
Thy heavenly kingdom not to miss.
Praise, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought,
For all things in and for me wrought
By Thy great mercy, Christ.
This one thing only still I pray,
Oh cast me ne'er from Thee away
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all leave their wealth
be it rich or poor or wise or fool
on earth itself
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(Anti Prejudice Poem) An Opportunity To Become Rich
Someone needs to be rich and someone needs to be poor.
An equal existence would mean it could never be improved upon.
What ever you had, you would have.
Nothing more.
Nothing to be gained.
Always the same.
No dream would ever be accomplished.
No wish would ever come true.
Destiny's askew.
Before we lash out at the rich so easily.
We must realize how they got their.
Was it a inheritance?
Was it built from scratch?
Was it an idea in which one hatched?
Was a gamble in which they finally won?
Was it stolen?
Was it gained by destroying others?
Count the ways to the great accomplishments.
Still theirs as many good as bad.
And to categorize all as the same.
Is a prejudice I just can not approve of.
I'm poor, but I'm glad to have that opportunity to become rich.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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In equal footings
I brought up two sons on equal footing
They grew in unequal size in wealth
The rich son limited his share to that
Of the other in giving me pension.
Yes, both bring me up in equal alms.
04.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ingredients to Feed
One says he wants to create wealth.
And he and his friends have enough of it to prove...
This will be his priority!
While the other says he wishes to spread it.
If he is given the authority!
And a decaying infrastructure has suffered,
By those who have kept their wealth of gains,
To themselves.
Since the backs of the middle class have been broken.
And they have supplied the thieves,
With the ingredients to feed their greed.
Hoping the one who wants to create wealth,
Succeeds to deplete with sustained deceit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little thieves have iron chains, and great thieves gold ones.
Poor thieves in halters we behold; And great thieves in their chains of gold.
Not the first
I stopped being guilty
Of the thefts of thoughts and quotes
When I had found them
Equally stolen ones.
I stopped being guilty
Of molesting that nymphet
When I had found myself
Not the first culprit.
06.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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