In court today
In court today!
Today I go to court to see
How justice defies reality
How Me and the Law exploit women so
Especially if their Mothers, wife's and daughters
Oh what a mess our society has become
We disregard the rights of everyone
The mighty dollar is our God
And all of us are put at odds
With holiday's to spend and own
With families shattered to the bone
With the rich dictating what is right
With so many believing that it's a blight
Oh why don't we all once take a stand
And ask for a world that's more human
Because we are all left to rely
On trusting each other the rest of our lives
Is it really so hard to understand
that we are much more than a sexual gland
With every one allowing moral to be floored
Because of some music saying it is adored
I really can't see why we let our art
tear out our beliefs in being humane from the start
Freedom of speech is a beautiful thing
But so are our right to to abort violent scenes
So down with the things that inhibit our growth
and maturation as a being with hope
And let us all bring back the laws of the land
That protect and preserve our rights to be human
No more allowing the guilty to simply walk free
No more allowing the innocent to be treated dirty
No more being a place where the criminal abides
No more allowing the wicked to wreck all of our lives
So as I sit down in the court house today
I extend this prayer in almost every way
To all of those who believe that we can be
A place where morality is our reality!
Talile Ali 11/28/12
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The Man Who Took On Big Brother
The man who stand for human rights, freedom and justice
Is now in jail perhaps for a long stay
The authorities say he an an agitator
The only reason he is locked away.
He was a brave man to take on big brother
For those who take on big brother are few
And though he may spend many years behind bars
To a higher human principle he is true.
He could have kept his mouth shut like me and others
For human rights is not a popular thing
Instead he spoke his mind and got in trouble
And the wrath of big brother upon himself did bring.
He is that man who dared to take on big brother
But for his brave stand he is in jail today
And for speaking out for human rights and justice
His loss of freedom is the price he pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Against Their Human Rights
How many times have I heard them say
it’s against his human rights
when a killer goes to court?
Hey, but what about the victim
and his or her family.
Don’t they have human rights too?
Is it only the killers who have human rights?
It really makes you wonder.
They commit a crime against
someone innocent in our society.
Then you get some idiot
starts shouting their punishment
is against their human rights.
Now what would happen if that idiot
lost a family member to some killer?
Would they still be shouting
and waving banners about his human rights?
I sincerely doubt it;
they’d probably say like a lot of us
that the killer has no human rights.
They forfeited them the day
they took someone’s life.
We may forgive them
for what they do,
but they must still take the punishment
the Courts of the land hand down.
13 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Muito Obrigado My God
Muito obrigado my God
For the last days of summer
That were full of sunshine
They were enough to take my breath away
Muito obrigado my God
For giving me the time to be on my own
Muito obrigado my God
For keeping your eyes on me
Muito obrigado my God
For giving me back the energy that I needed
To live every summer
Muito obrigado my God
For the beautiful sky that you created
So that birds and men, like snow birds, can fly
In the air
Muito obrigado my God
For the bible that you wrote
Many years ago
Muito obrigado my God
For allowing me to be your poet
Muito obrigado my God
For the oceans that you created
So that boats could travel all over the world
To deliver food and other goods
Muito obrigado my God
For trusting me
Because you know by now
That I trust you
Muito obrigado my God
For allowing me to see a clear picture of the city
That I live in
And some areas that I walk on don't look that great
I had never seen so many homeless
Sleeping on the streets
- I understand that my case is different from them
Muito obrigado my God
For being there for me
When I am feeling down
And you give me a boost - right away
Just like lightning over my body
Then it takes time for me to realize that I am fine
And alive again
Muito obrigado my God
For the days that are coming
Because
I understand that I have to be prepared for them
Muito obrigado my God
For the singers that are available in the world
Because I know that without music
It would be impossibe to live
Also I feel that I need music to relieve my daily stress
Muito obrigado my God
For giving me the moon that shines every night in the sky
Muito obrigado my God
For understanding that I have fears
They scare me
And then I am panicked again
Also I wonder if it is normal for me to have fears
What do you think God?
Muito obrigado my God
For allowing me to walk free on the streets of downtown
In the city that I live in
Muito obrigado my God
For creating all the beautifull parks that are in my city full of trees and Flowers
That I can see with my eyes
Muito obrigado my God
For allowing me to see far away with my eyes
Also my eyes are like a digital camera
That paint a digital image inside of my mind
Muito obrigado my God
For loving me
And I love you also
Muito obrigado my God
For giving me that empty cup
So that I could fill it with things that bring me luck, each day
Muito obrigado my God
For keeping me warm during the winter that I hate so much
Why do I hate winter?
Because the winter is always hard and cold
Also I don't get to see the sun
Like in the summer months
Muito obrigado my God
Because if I need something tomorrow or any day
I can just give you a shout
I remember my promise to you
Muito obrigado my God
Because I know that tonight I will rest in peace
And I feel that right now all I need is peace
Muito obrigado my God
For allowing the church bells to ring loud and clear
I can hear them from far away
Those bells are amazing
It is almost like a symphony that is being played over and over again.
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Death Row
Guilty by association
Guilty due to unusual circumstances
Guilty by act of contrition
Keep on taking chances
Some lives are not important
Justice is purchased like hot bagels
If you are poor, you can easily find yourselves under the barrels
Some lives are not important
The bulldozer has plenty of time to differentiate
To choose, to pick and to discriminate
Be at the wrong place at an odd time
Is enough to find a pauper guilty of a first degree crime
It is criminal to be on death row
It is illegal and unconscionable to be so low
When the subject is forced to admit guilt
Where Judge and Prosecutors, members of the cult
Plot to convict an innocent bystander
Some lives are not important
This is sad, the jurors are the clowns of the slaughter house
A human being wearing trousers and a white blouse
Should not be treated like a nymph of the meteor crater.
In reality, under the clouds, there is no justice
Somewhere under the cave, there is a long list
Of countless children of the gods
Which have been executed by all types of cruel methods
Some lives are not important
“Thou shall not kill”, is no longer part
Of the Ten Commandments. The machine has no heart
No soul and no sense of fairness
Some lives are not important
This society of savagery and wilderness
Has to change for the better. The killing has to end
The lynching has to stop. Serious men and women must amend
The Constitution to protect the entire population
No one has the right to kill; the Institution
Ought to do a much better job than in the past
Some lives are not important
The system must be fair, blind and just at last
Blame lions, leopards and tigers, not the sheep
Injustice is too expensive and justice too cheap
It is too easy to accuse, condemn and execute
Bring the Bible, the Koran to teach the Blind and the Mute.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Initiated to Protect Their Diminshing Freedoms
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
Too many convinced,
Their way of life defended...
To them had made sense.
With an allowing to leave them,
To be indifferent.
And all today who now can see,
Have come to realize...
Their priorities lived have been deceived.
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
And now today no one can escape,
What has been valued...
Has been reappraised.
With a wish for comprehension,
And a spreading of empathy will come their way...
As more and more on warring shores,
Find themselves caught up...
To free their minds,
From a raging craze that with them stays.
Initiated to protect their diminshing freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the moneys funny...by Talile Ali
our monetary system is a fraudulent illegal
ponsy scheme.
the federal reserve creates wealth annually
for the budget of the US.
this currency is then deposited
into banks by the US
with an understanding that they may now
lend up to ten times
of these deposits to prospective lenders.
then people borrow this non existent capital with interest
then people repay these baseless loans,
never knowing that they never borrowed anything in the first place
this is fraud
thanks to Barney Madoff
we now know how much of one
Shame on the US for allowing this to happen.
Shame on us for not doing anything to stop it.
Don't act like you didn't know something was and is still wrong.
everybody knew.
but what can we do?
a lot and yet too few
this world is a mess
because we have allowed babies
to run the entire ship
based on how loudly and eloquently
they wail.
it is time for all of us to take a stand.
as to these fraudulent banking practice.
these sons a itches
need to be taken to court,
brought up on criminal charges
and sued.
we need to restored a real system of human credit
if we are going to create wealth for me and you
the currency
could be based upon our population.
for example, each person is worth the estimated value of their life time
of contributions to our society.
lets say for example 5 million dollars
multiply that by the number of folks in the nation
and you have the amount of wealth
the country can always develop currency upon.
needless to say,
from that point, it is easy.
so, corporations will not be able
to manipulate the masses as well
they have to make due to their fabrication of wealth
on the part of industry
but, the plus so outweigh the minus
next, make it law
that anyone who attempt to defraud
anyone else will be severely fined.
no prison time.
just all of their accumulated wealth
and their families accumulated wealth
will be attached by the state
that's all.
simple laws for a simpler and more just world.
poem by Talile Ali
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Here Is Your Copy
Thank you.
Now that you are pleased,
You have left me completely crazed.
There is still nothing we have in common.
Perhaps a desire to strangle one another.
But even that act,
Would not satisfy my craving...
To see you dragged under a truck!
Thank you.
For allowing me to get myself this upset.
For allowing myself to get this deep in debt.
To have you say to me...
'Without you in my life,
I would have never known regret! '
Thank you for that show of support.
But being locked in a cell,
Will not happen yet!
So take that smile off your face.
I may be crazed...
For listening to you,
Demoralize me like you do.
But nothing left that still remains in my name...
Will you touch nor will you get!
Or make attempts to claim.
Every unfaithful step you have taken...
Your lawyer and mine each have a filmed set!
And there will be no need,
For you to see me in court...
In a distressing sweat.
That just will not happen!
So that imagined joyfulness...
Seeing me suffering in ruin,
You can remove from you mind...
And forget!
'Oh...
Before I leave!
Here is your copy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Arena
It was a political arena that he was in
A political arena where they said he could not win.
He was fighting for the rights of man
Someone had to take a stand.
His religious rights were being denied
They said he was a war activist which was a lie.
He believed in the commandment “thou shall not kill”
They wanted to take away his rights of “ free will”.
So his lawyer went to court, and fought
With everything that he was taught.
He knew he had a battle up ahead
But it was a fight he did not dread.
Civil rights were being denied
Freedom to all should apply.
They went to court the very next day
He knew the jury he would have to sway.
He started debating how he should start
When a deep feeling pierced his heart.
He told the jury: if this had been GODS will
He would have taught us how to kill.
Can you find it in your heart to take another mans life
And leave a person without a husband, family, children, wife.
Those words penetrated deep into their minds.
It did not take them very much time.
“ NOT GUILTY” we the jury do find.
poem by Louis Rams
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Paul Robeson
Paul Robeson was the first great negro singer
Though through his life he knew his share of woe
In his Homeland he was treated as an outcast
But in death his legend seem to grow and grow.
Paul Robeson spoke of freedom peace and justice
And he campaigned for the black Peoples rights
But for his beliefs he was made to suffer
In a country that is governed by whites.
For his membership of the communist party
Paul Robeson an unfair price had to pay
His passport from him it was confiscated
By the authorities in the U.S.A.
Even shunned by some influential blacks in his home Country
And his basic human rights to him denied
But in Russia he was feted as a hero
And Paul Robeson he was revered far and wide.
For freedom, human rights and peace and justice
Paul Robeson so much of himself he gave
And the way he had been treated in his Homeland
Must have had Abe Lincoln turning in his grave
Paul Robeson he will always be remembered
As one of the few who sacrificed their fame
In the cause of human rights and peace and justice
And his lives on as an immortal name.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There's a glorious sense of freedom in comedy, just allowing myself to tell jokes, allowing myself to interrupt myself and tell old African folk stories that I made up - or didn't - and Jamaican stories.
quote by Neil Gaiman
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Walk'n Dead Man
Waken up in the deeps of his despairs
Allowing them to convince him that nobody cares
Lowing himself to their final expectations
Keeping up with all of their complications
'
Not knowing of the weakness to that of what he's done
Decking out that what is to come
Eating the dead that surround his soul
Allowing their screams to fill his bowl
Designing a place that only he can up hold
Mainly a place that is depth and cold
Alone in the dark and is put to shame
Never crying out cause of all the pain
poem by Marie Kroldart
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Trouser Enthusiast
Feminism is my middle name,
For I fight for the right for female empowerment,
I don't like women being treated like second class citizens,
I want all women to have equal opportunities,
To live in the same community with the same rights,
I am glad women have the vote,
That there're female doctors, nurses, lawyers and the suchlike,
For I am a trouser enthusiast through and through,
But I am not butch, although I do wear lipstick,
For women shouldn't have to look like a girl,
Talk like a man and think like a woman,
Women should not have to change into something they're not,
But feminism has taken charge for the century just gone,
Women fighting for their social freedom and not allowing themselves,
To be treated like a sex object, for a woman isn't just a body:
A woman has a brain and deserves to be treated with respect,
Not to be treated in an inferior way,
And women have learnt to wear the trousers in the relationship,
And don't accept or tolerate abuse and won't allow themselves to be used,
For this is derogatory and the lowest of the low,
And all women, young and old, need to know,
That they deserve respect in any relationship and any violent man,
Needs to be kicked to the kerb and shown the door.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Today I Shine
From the struggles of yesterday, today I shine
I have climbed from the ghetto that had me blind.
I was scorned by the curse of black stereotype
But my life has changed and today I shine
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine
I would not look back at my dark past,
Its lessons have taught me a whole new path,
A path though rough, the end is clear
Because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine.
I am stronger today than yesterday,
Because I'm on my feet, not on my knees
I have a voice and I would speak out
Because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine.
I have traded my rags for brand new robes
No more begging or free-loading.
When I walk in the court, you'll hear "All rise! "
That's because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa
Today I shine.
Today I am what my ancestors couldn't be
A judge in the court as you all now see,
One thing I know, my conscience is free
I will always hand down a fair penalty.
That's because my life has changed and today I shine
Just like the Diamonds of Africa
Today I shine.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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In fact, allowing immigrants to have licenses actually improves homeland security by allowing our government to track who is in our borders.
Is Freedom Free? ? ?
America, Land of the Free',
We know the phrase like the back of our hands
We say it pridefully with our flag flying high,
As we sing to the tune with the marching bands
Yet is freedom really free?
Our ancestors had to fight the English,
They had to earn what we take for granted today
Blood was shed and tears were cried,
But there was no alternate way
So tell me is freedom really free?
The Confederates and the Union went head to head,
The Civil War tore America in two
The African Americans had to fight for their rights,
They had to pay the price to do what they wanted to do
Yet we still think Freedom is really free?
Women fought for their right to be equals,
They fought for their rights to work and vote
They stumbled upon a lot of road blocks,
But they never gave up their hope
And you think Freedom is really free?
Even today we are still fighting for our freedom,
Soldiers abroad are defending our rights
Protecting our people and our homeland,
And losing thier lives in the fights
And still you say Freedom is really free?
It's something we don't always think about,
It's something we all take with a grain of salt
But what if one day, you would wake up and it was all gone,
Who do you think would be at fault?
You see little by little they're drawing the strings,
Your privacy can be invaded
Telephones tapped and cameras in your home,
If ever you are suspected
They say in order to keep us safe and our freedom intact,
They have to take such drastic measures
But stop and think for one minute,
What is the purpose of all these pleasures?
If Freedom isn't really free?
poem by Elizabeth U. Adams
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Save The Peace
Children safe out in the street
Free to walk and play and eat
Parents talking with their friends
Neighborhoods where shopping blends
Innovation everywhere
Creating jobs for all to share
Never needing to receive aide or welfare
Because the work is everywhere
Musicians, Artists, Craftsmen too
Making a world all fresh and new
Never needing to be controlled
And a fair tax to uphold
Our officials in the land
Passing laws we understand
Healthcare free to everyone
It's just right in a world that's one
And industry that's green and clear
Providing products free of toxins and fear
This is what peace means for all
Criminals will get help when they fall
Mental health and redirection
To help in their confusion with true affection
We as a society can be all this
Pick up the plow and dropp the fist
Saving the fight for causes that are just
That's where the energy should be a must
Save the peace and understand
If we are to truly be human
We must be more than humane
In our actions and our gains
A world that's prosperous and free
As a reality that is great to see
Then that's when we'll realize
That heaven is as we live our lives
Optimism and an open hand
Will be our strengths and save the land
And the earth will be again made pure
For we will have finally found the cure
For the selfishness and greed
That has caused our world to bleed
Talile Ali 11/27/12
poem by Talile Ali
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We As Soldiers
They was not born onto this world
to fight a war and lose their lives.
But they did fight a war, and did lose their lives
And it was done to protect you and I.
Now you may think of it as insignificant
Because it is not a family member or friend
But if they died defending your liberties
Then they are family and friends
And can not be with you till the end.
It was that soldier who was on land
Air, or the sea, defending your
rights so that you can be free.
Free to have the freedom of speech
And voice your opinion and beliefs.
And like all things, there is a price
That we must pay for that privilege.
It may be a lost arm, or leg, or an eye
But don’t worry they’ll get by.
They have the perseverance of their convictions
And will not let anything stand in their way
And if it means being in a foxhole, then
That is where they’ll stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Religion.... (Condom)
religion is like a condom,
never allowing the heart
of man to touch the actual
presence of god...
never allowing the seed
of man's inmost desires
to germinate, and conceive!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Why The Connections? Apr 13th,2011
Why are church organizations not more involved in abortions?
The once powerful Christian churches caught in High Court distortions,
Why do High Court and Parole Board appointees make their own laws?
Allowing killing clinics and releasing killers just because.
Why do terminally ill patients have to suffer to the end?
Why are we not allowed to have death-with-dignity, my friend?
Why are binding referendums forbidden by our politicians?
Why do we accept without question these ongoing conditions?
Why do Ottawa aristocrats make all our decisions?
Is this nailed down or could we make some Charter revisions?
Why their propaganda of no set-date or mid term elections?
Appointees to Senate, High Court and Parole Board with connections.
Apr 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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