Atrocities
You told me, in your drunken-boasting mood,
How once you butchered prisoners. That was good!
I'm sure you felt no pity while they stood
Patient and cowed and scared, as prisoners should.
How did you do them in? Come, don't be shy:
You know I love to hear how Germans die,
Downstairs in dug-outs. 'Camerad!' they cry;
Then squeal like stoats when bombs begin to fly.
And you? I know your record. You went sick
When orders looked unwholesome: then, with trick
And lie, you wangled home. And here you are,
Still talking big and boozing in a bar.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Prisoners Of Rock n Roll
People tell us that we play to loud
But they dont know what our musics about
We never listen to the record company man
They try to change us and ruin our band.
Thats why we dont wanna be good
Thats why we dont wanna be good
Were prisoners of rock and roll.
When were jammin in our old garage
The girls come over and it sure gets hot
We dont wanna be watered down
Takin orders from record company clowns.
Thats why we dont wanna be good
Thats why we dont wanna be good
Were prisoners of rock and roll.
Were prisoners of rock and roll.
song performed by by Neil Young
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P.O.W. (Prisoners Of War)
Locked up in a cell
The prisoners of war light the fuse to the dynamite
The door is blasted off the hinges
The prisoners of war escape through the opening where the door was
Enemy soldiers, one by one, are notified
And one by one
They try to take down the prisoners of war
War isn't pretty
War is hell
The enemy soldiers break out the guns and knives
Ready to take the prisoners of war down
But the prisoners of war do a wonderful job of fighting and staying alive
More enemy soldiers are dispatched
Some climb down or dropp off ladders
Some flip and somersault
Some continue walking and running on the ground
After dispatching the enemy soldiers
The prisoners of war climb the ladder
To where they can plan their escape
To where they can make their escape
To where they can escape in a helicopter
Leaving the life of war far behind
poem by Justin Gildow
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A Smile's Sacrifies
Chains around my neck
rope around my throat
dazzles in the sun as i breathe
tightenings in the air
as i grasp for breath
cuffs on my arms as i am isolated
shackles on me limiting my movements
i often wander how big a step
have we taking to move forward
my ancestors thought for the freedom
for my freedom and did it with a smile
and though life has changed
yet we are all prisoners
prisoners of the mind
our ancestor kept a smile
in belief that rain came
after every drought no
matter how long
a wise man one said
not cause we are prisoners
should we act like prisoners
because in the end all that matters
is the smile on the face of someone
to show everyone there is still hope
poem by Robert Roberts
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Prisoners
The prisoners gathered in a pit and,
The mirth of tambourines ceased!
But time is a human invention like,
The fairman and the blackman.
Of the divisions of the time in this world,
Like the salvation for walls and bulwarks;
But read my lines and hear my voice always,
Like a diadem of beauty when you listen to my speech too.
This steps of Nimrod is like the acts of the prisoners too,
But this world's paganism is of a gigantic horned bull-man!
But the prisoners gathered in a pit than,
To sit on the ground without a thrown.
Circumambulation by its owner,
With the creative force like the new wine;
But there will be mourners in times like this one day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt in Pan American Day address (15 April 1939)
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I have to say when we talk about the treatment of these prisoners that I would guess that these prisoners wake up every morning thanking Allah that Saddam Hussein is not in charge of these prisons.
quote by James Inhofe
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Attica State
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives
Shoot the prisoners in the towers
Forty-three poor widowed wives
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Media blames it on the prisoners
But the prisoners did not kill
Rockefeller pulled the trigger
That is what the people feel
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Free the prisoners, jail the judges
Free all prisoners everywhere
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
They all live in suffocation
Lets not watch them die in sorrow
Nows the time for revolution
Give them all a chance to grow
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Come together join the movement
Take a stand for human rights
Fear and hatred clouds our judgement
Free us all from endless night
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Attica state, attica state,
We all live in attica state
Attica state, attica state,
Attica, attica, attica state
song performed by by Lennon John
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Human-rights advocates, for example, claim that the mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners is of a piece with President Bush's 2002 decision to deny al Qaeda and Taliban fighters the legal status of prisoners of war under the Geneva Conventions.
Squeal
I can't begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it
So now that it is all out
How do you feel - did you profit
Why can't you keep a secret
Why'd you squeal
I thought that I could trust you
Why'd you squeal
I thought we had agreed
That we were in this together
But now that you have betrayed me
I got no other option
Why can't you keep a secret
Why'd you squeal
I thought that it was private
It's a tea party and you're all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
You can always smell a stinkin' tattletale
Come out of a shell I think so they can break the link
When everyone knows it squeals and that is just as well
A kiss of death goes out to those who rat and fink
Why'd you squeal
But I can't begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it - hey
Why can't you keep a secret
Why'd you squeal
I thought that I could trust you
Why'd you squeal
It's a tea party and you're all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
You dirty rat
I can't begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it - hey
So now that it is all out
How do you feel - did you profit - hey
Well tell me all the gossip
Why'd you squeal
I hear the leaky faucet
It's a tea party and you're all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
Kill the narc who wrote it and said it
Who's the narc who wrote it and said it
song performed by by No Doubt from Beacon Street Collection
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Guantanamo Prisoners
It’s clear, Bush cadre position
Detaining prisoners without trial
Re instituted Spanish Inquisition
With malice Muslim’s faith defile
George it’s time to show veracity
Come clean, admit your errors
Let go your nonsensical tenacity
Admit your war’s the only terror
Swing wide Guantanamo gates
Allow all prisoners to go home
Let go of lies, foolish debates
Stop playing Emperor of Rome
Please pray your soul redeem
Regain an absent self-esteem
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Keep Under Cover
Love, Im going to pick you up in the morning
Love, Im going to take you out on a journey
I dont know where Im going to
But I know what Ive been going through
Without you by my side
What good is butter if you havent got bread?
What good is art when it hurts your head?
Might as well be in bed
Keep under cover til the battle has ceased
Keep out of trouble til the prisoners are released
What goods a puzzle when you havent a clue?
What good is me when Im not with you?
Might as well stay in bed
Keep under cover til the clouds desappear
Keep out of trouble til the weather is bright and clear
Love, Im going to pick you up
Im going to take you out
I dont know what Im going to do
But I know what Ive been going through
Without you by my side
Without you by my side
What good is tennis when there isnt a ball?
What goods a curtain without a call?
Might as well be in bed
Keep under cover til the battle has ceased
Keep out of trouble til the prisoners are released
Love, Im going to pick you up
Im going to take you out
I dont know what Im going to do
But I know what Ive been going through
Without you by my side
Without you by my side
Keep under cover
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The One Escape
Seven feet high.
Five feet across.
Infinite room to die.
The walls will keep you safe from the others
The almighty warden claims.
But am I afraid of the others?
Prisoners may be able to contort me, but
Prisoners can’t fill my soul with pains.
Prisoners can’t crush my heart with chains.
Why are prisoners so silent when the lights fade, you ask?
Isolation
Isolation that prickles your neck at night
Isolation that makes the darkness bite.
Screaming bounces off of the impenetrable walls of isolation,
And it hits you.
Echoes haunt your head
And the memories of not wanting to feel dead,
Disappear.
The bars
And the walls
And the dark
Erode your life.
How can you escape?
There is only
One
Way
Out
And it satisfies the walls
The grim reaper holds the ticket
His ticket leads out of the bars
And into the bright
Into the light
Pit of eternity.
The stone walls seem dreadfully close tonight
And this rope around my neck feels tight
This cold loneliness, my heart is full of it.
And I think I see the reaper with my ticket…
Cloony The Clown
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,
He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
And every time he did a trick,
Everyone felt a little sick.
And every time he told a joke,
Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe,
Everyone looked awfully blue.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, 'Go back to bed!'
And every time he made a leap,
Everybody fell asleep.
And every time he ate his tie,
Everyone began to cry.
And Cloony could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, 'I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown.'
And he told them all why he looked so sad,
And he told them all why he felt so bad.
He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,
He told of Darkness in his soul,
And after he finished his tale of woe,
Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they shook the trees
With 'Hah-Hah-Hahs' and 'Hee-Hee-Hees.'
They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks,
They laughed all day, they laughed all week,
They laughed until they had a fit,
They laughed until their jackets split.
The laughter spread for miles around
To every city, every town,
Over mountains, 'cross the sea,
From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee.
And soon the whole world rang with laughter,
Lasting till forever after,
While Cloony stood in the circus tent,
With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.
And he said,'THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT -
I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT.'
And while the world laughed outside.
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Better to make prime ministers out of prisoners than prisoners out of prime ministers.
quote by Lord Caradon
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Squeal
I cant begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it
So now that it is all out
How do you feel - did you profit
Why cant you keep a secret
Whyd you squeal
I thought that I could trust you
Whyd you squeal
I thought we had agreed
That we were in this together
But now that you have betrayed me
I got no other option
Why cant you keep a secret
Whyd you squeal
I thought that it was private
Its a tea party and youre all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
You can always smell a stinkin tattletale
Come out of a shell I think so they can break the link
When everyone knows it squeals and that is just as well
A kiss of death goes out to those who rat and fink
Whyd you squeal
But I cant begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it - hey
Why cant you keep a secret
Whyd you squeal
I thought that I could trust you
Whyd you squeal
Its a tea party and youre all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
You dirty rat
I cant begin to tell you
How bad I feel about it
So now that it is all out
How do you feel - did you profit
Well tell me all the gossip
Whyd you squeal
I hear the leaky faucet
Its a tea party and youre all invited
To kill the narc who wrote it and said it
Kill the narc who wrote it and said it
Whos the narc who wrote it and said it
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Most of the prisoners told the interpreter that they are from Mandingo.
quote by Lewis Tappan
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A Proscribed Poster
Dreams
Insecticides sprayed
On stinking water in our streets.
Eyes of coming generations
Empty tins in our kitchens
Of dough, ghee and kerosene.
Dancer
Starvation dancing
In our courtyards.
Thirst
Our historical legacy.
Words
Prisoners of curricula
For you who read scripts.
We all
Prisoners of unseen dreams
For you who look for interpretations.
(1977, Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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A Boxers Dream (or was it?)
He'd retired from the Boxing ring
but was bored with daily life
he not only liked to hit the bottle
but also his long suffering wife.
Then one day she up and went
which made him drink even more
I may as well be dead he thought
as he lay in a drunken stupor on the floor.
But when he finally sobered up
a gentle voice whispered into his ear,
'You'll be a champion again my son
but first give up drinking Whisky and Beer.'
The Boxer thought he was going insane
maybe the cause of one too many fights?
but the voice kept on returning
throughout the days and the nights.
But slowly he did give up the boozing
and never set foot inside his local pub
he started working out in the Gym
then went back to his old Boxing Club.
His trainer really worked him hard
then after a few months told him he was ready
so he stepped back into the ring again
but decided to take it nice and steady.
But he won that first fight in style
winning with a Fifth round knockout
the boxer felt good and alive once more
and went on to win bout after bout.
He did finally become a Champion again
as proudly in the centre of the ring he stood
then the referee whispered gently into his ear:
'See my son I told you that you would! '
poem by Kevin Halls
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Talking About You
(berry)
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I met her walking down lowtown street
Well shes so fine
Well I wish she was mine
I get shook up everytime we meet
Im talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
Im just trying to get a message to you now
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I tell you now she looked so good
Well guys stood still
At such a beautiful build
She ought to be somewhere in hollywood
Im talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
Im just trying to get a message to you now
Break
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I tell you now she looked so good
Well guys stood still
At such a beautiful build
She ought to be somewhere in hollywood
Im talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
Im just trying to get a message to you now
song performed by by Hollies
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Talkin' 'bout You
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I met her walking down Lowtown Street
Well she's so fine
Well I wish she was mine
I get shook up everytime we meet
I'm talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
I'm just trying to get a message to you now
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I tell you now she looked so good
Well guys stood still
At such a beautiful build
She ought to be somewhere in Hollywood
I'm talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
I'm just trying to get a message to you now
Break
Let me tell you about a girl I know
I tell you now she looked so good
Well guys stood still
At such a beautiful build
She ought to be somewhere in Hollywood
I'm talking about you
Nobody but you
I do mean you now
I'm just trying to get a message to you now
song performed by by Hollies
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