Containment Protocol Initiated
Military will shoot kill civilians
orders are orders
if that's what they are ordered to do?
Training is training
follow orders through and through
that's what we are trained to do?
Military will shoot kill civilians
if ordered to do so?
We are trained to follow orders?
The penalty for not follower orders
in combat... death by firing squad?
Would you follow orders? Do you?
We are trained to follow orders?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Orders From Headquarters
Mathew 20: 28
Just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and give His life as a ransom for many
Jesus himself came to follow orders. And a great one too. To sacrifice His life for ours. To save us.
Not many like to take orders. Yet in reality, we take orders everyday. Whether it's work, school, parents, or even sports. We are all obliged to take orders whether we like it or not. Why is that though?
Most of the time we take orders from those we need. For example, your boss at work. You take his orders because you need the money. Or your teachers. You take their commands because you're looking to graduate.
In retrospect, we need to follow God's orders because we need Jesus more than anything in this world. He's our provider, our light, our breath of everyday, our everything.
He gave us orders, and that's to serve Him. So how much more do we need to carry out His orders? Jesus did it. So how much more do we?
These are the orders from headquarters, carry out His commandments, seek Him. Evangelize, and care for others according to His will.
In the Name of Jesus. Amen.
poem by Rafael Barboza
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Soldier
it is a nice life soldier
is it not? you are well fed
and you are given the power to kill
with rewards even
if you have killed many
of our enemies,
you are well traveled
and well trained
with all those free high powered guns
and ammunition
you do not have to spend any neuron
in your brain
you only follow orders
and that is what matters most
like a guard dog, a sniff dog that amazes
me at the airport
soldier, i like you, but i cannot be one like you
because for reasons unknown to you,
you also kill some of our
brothers in the name of the state
and this world, in the name of war and of peace
always following orders.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mubarak Orders Attack Upon Protesters
Mubarak is an old military commander ordering attack upon civilians.
Mubarak said this is a war I will not be beaten by our hungry civilians.
Mubarak in Stalin like style orders attack upon own Egyptian civilians.
Mubarak orders mufti secret police to attack with clubs knives stones.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Orders are orders
Orders are after all orders
As there is no room for wonderers
The land may be sacred for her
To claim as ancestral or land of mother
What do the solders know?
They have orders to throw
Any intruders if enters illegally
Just to face the trigger brutally
Soldiers will have to obey commander
As he is authorized to issue an order
He may be soldier first then human
Must keep no corner for man or woman
"Shoot the target" means shoot instantly
The orders may be fast and not spoken gently
It has forbearance of nationalism
Where everything is secondary including humanism
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The master orders the man, the man orders the cat, and the cat orders her tail.
Who Gave The Order
I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son
Who gave the orders
For them to go, alright
Who gave the orders
Martin was shut down, ah, alright
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, we wanna know
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, yeah
Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have to answer
Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover
Looking through the window of my ire eyes
On this city filled with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried
We gon' keep trying
Who gave the orders
For them to go, Lord no
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, oh
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, my God
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, who
Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover
Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do
Incarcerate a million and only free few
What was done to others, it shall be done to you
Open up your eyes and you will see the full view
Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay
Civilly bodies being taken away
I wonder what the voice of the people have to say
Stand up and defend your rights today
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
For them to go
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
To drop the bomb
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no
Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah
Who's gonna answer
Telling lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes
Where you gonna run for cover
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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America will always side with those whom she can direct, give orders to and have those orders obeyed.
quote by Louis Farrakhan
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Who Gave The Order (feat. Buju Banton)
(feat. Buju Banton)
I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son
Who gave the orders
For them to go, alright
Who gave the orders
Martin was shut down, ah, alright
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, we wanna know
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, yeah
Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have to answer
Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover
Looking through the window of my ire eyes
On this city filled with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried
We gon' keep trying
Who gave the orders
For them to go, Lord no
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, oh
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, my God
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, who
Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover
Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do
Incarcerate a million and only free few
What was done to others, it shall be done to you
Open up your eyes and you will see the full view
Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay
Civilly bodies being taken away-acap
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Orders
The words pound at my head,
Echoing even in the darkest part.
Being heard through anything.
I fell like Cinderella,
Taking orders, doing everything
That you're too lazy to do.
Only I don't have a happily ever after.
I hear the orders that you tell me.
Do this, do that, do that exactly right.
Just be prepared,
Because one of these days Im going to stare you down
And say 'Go to hell.'
poem by Nightshade Starlight
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I Will Not Stand Down
I will not stand down when my fellow man is in distress
I will not stand down when my fellow man I could bless
I will not stand down when my fellow man's life I could save
I will not stand down when I'm needed and not that brave
Their lives might have been saved, when ordered to stand down
They were attacked and shown no mercy; help was ordered to stand down
They asked many times and again but their back up was ordered to stand down
There were hero's that fought to the end, they didn't follow orders, and they didn't stand down
We lost hero's that night, and all because someone ordered Stand Down
I love America but so ashamed, someone at the top ordered that night Stand Down
poem by Donna Nimmo
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My Dying Machine
Why give orders?
Why give speeches?
No more questions
No more answers
All thats left is the fear
I can feel theyre here
I can feel the cold
I cant fight for long
This machine runs down
If I had a picture
I could say its all for you.
Why give orders?
And why make speeches?
Give me a reason to stay
This dying machine
I can hear me scream
Ive nowhere to run
Ive nowhere to hide
I can only wonder
I can only wonder why
Why give orders?
And why make speeches?
Give me a reason to die
This shape comes apart
Everything breaks down
And me, Im trapped inside
And here inside it ends.
Theres nothing I can do
Theres nothing I can do now
If I had a picture
I could say its all for you
I can only wonder
I can only wonder why.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Two Found Poems in 'For Whom the Bell Tolls
'I believe
that I could walk up
to the mill and
knock on the door and
I would be welcome
except that they have orders
to challenge all travelers
and ask to see their papers.
It is only orders
that come between us.
Those men
are not fascists.
I call them so, but
they are not.
They are poor men,
as we are.'
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
'...he is finished
and as ended
as a boar
that has been altered.
...when the altering
has been accopmlished
and the squealing
is over
you cast
the two stones away
and the boar,
that is a boar no longer,
goes snounting
and rooting
up to them
and eats them.'
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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At Tension
Music and lyrics: oates
Id like to join the army
Dont want to join the war
Id take my place in line hell (hell)
Never go awol
We keep on marching forward
Never will retreat
Dont let the enemy inside you
Thats the beginning of defeat
All good soliders stand (to arms)
All good soliers try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
Yeah
Now a shakey finger on the trigger
Ready aim to please
Now how can such a little bullet
Drop big solier to his knees
But theres no warning only waiting
When a strangelove drops the bomb
All this fighting it can hurt you
But its the little wounds that do the harm
All good soliders stand (to arms)
One good solider tries (so hard)
He follows orders never questioning why
Never questioning why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move yeah
All good soldiers stand (to arms)
All good soliders try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
They never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Butter in her mouth
Butter in her mouth
School time is just too over, waking up and ready for the school otherwise I will beat you bitterly.
He put off the bed sheet from my body, stretched my hand,
In addition, put me on my foot.
Tears came in my eyes then I went slowly and slowly to my mother in the kitchen,
I put my finger towards my father
And complained about the rude behavior of my father,
Who was asking him to go to the school?
She embraced me; kiss my fore head, and politely asking me to become ready to school because I have to be an officer by studying in the school.
Orders were the same.
Father orders me to wake up and to go to the school while he was having a stick in his hand.
Mother also orders him to go to the school having butter in her mouth.
(From the diary of an Indian)
poem by Vijay Gupta
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The three fundamental Rules of Robotics...One: a robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm...Two:..a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law...Three: a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First and Second Laws.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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One, a robot may not injure a human being, or through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm Two, a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law Three, a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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One, a robot may not injure a human being, or through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm;
Two, a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law; Three, a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
Isaac Asimov in I. Robot (1950)
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Flying Drones
The problem with combat pilots
is they have no noble commands
beyond secret political kill orders
of their covert CIA target missions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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War Spares Nobody
He was a soldier
Far away from home
In the name of peace
He was fighting a war
In a distant country
Following the orders
Of his superiors
Killing the innocent
Old and young
Every time he put his finger
On the trigger of his gun
His heart ached
A sense of guilt crept in
He could not sleep in the night
He cried
His conscience pricked
Said to him
Killing was no solution to peace
He decided
He shall not kill anymore
Next day his superior ordered
To fire on a group of civilians
His finger
Could not pull the trigger
His boss noticed and shouted
Why are you not firing?
I’m not going to fire
On the innocents
He replied
Before the boss could say a word
A stray bullet killed the soldier
War spares nobody
In the name of peace
For no rhyme or reason
Anyone
Can be killed
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Sometimes I Think
sometimes, (i always keep it to myself)
(i am better than you
how you approach a problem
using a very circuitous solution
as i look at you keeping such a busy day
i sigh and look away
i could have done much better
but you are there
so high, you are put on such a pedestal
of distinction
with more medals and plaques
the way you have danced well
with the powers that be
with the gods of our society
you always wear a smile
and take the posture of obeisance
and always ready with your
yes, sir, yes, sir
and some expensive gifts
(how can i ever do that
without disrespecting myself?)
now you got what you wished for
my master
i become your inferior
and wait for your orders
you cannot issue them
you do not know what to do
they are all waiting for the solution, they are now hoping for you
(i could have done much better
as i wait for your orders
but what can i do?
you are the system
and i am but this silent dissenter)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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