Richie Rich Buys Your Repossessed Houses
beware the politician who says
he won't let your salaries be raised
because it would cause inflation
any real politician worth his salt would know
when millions are having houses repossessed
due to unemployment no salary no food it blows
desperate times need desperate aid measures
we should all hate politicians who demand
we citizens must all tighten our poor belts
while government exempt votes themselves hot pay raises
buys up cheap white hot property belonging to citizens
richie rich buys repossessed houses at cut throat prices
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stealing Dignity Poor: A Right To Dignity
roll out legacy
reds under beds
slander attacks
unfounded again
deficit terrorism
scares millions
American citizens
draw economic line
who launches
smear campaigns
to demonize
US intelligentsia
who targets
poor labels;
behavioural
economics?
claims bluntly
emphasizes
poor are lazy
short-sighted
ivy league boys
stealing bankrolls
get off honest
workers backs
give employment;
average IQ poor
is not well below
normal accounts
but for earnings
gap education
degrees do earn
higher salaries
social pathology;
poor are not prone
more to criminal
behavior honest
poor are bedrock
of moral society;
career options
notorious fleeting
crime benefits
white collar crimes
fancy lawyers
buy rich client
freedom Bell Curve
merry propaganda
Frankensteinism
blocks sewer pipes
H&M IQ thesis
non-white poor
discrimination
rhetoric evolved
to any race poor
laid off victim poor
stolen their houses
is not yet enough
greedy robber baron
rich must also steal
a hard poor workers
honour pride dignity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Property O My Property
property o my property
i use to be a man fine and witty
no cares in the world full of terimity
untill the heavens fell off my dad was murdered
and i was stranded with his property
property o my property
three flats into one, office, home and land what fun
rentals 6% home appreciation by 10%
money in black some in white
o my friends try and understand my plight
property o my property
some say it's worth 50 crs some say it's less
i use to be a free bird before
god knows how i landed up in this mess
brokers, dalla's, buyers and sellers
i have two houses still i am a lonely dweller
property o my property
what the hell to do with you
buy or sell take or give
now my life is not a life but a hell in which i live
property my property
o my dad's property
property o property o my dad's property
my well wishers say i cannot be trusted
to handle all this and i sure will be busted
so my friends you see my situation is dire
it's time like this that i feel i am walking on fire
property o property my dad's property
poem by Anuj Tikku
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The actors are ready..
Throw the peanuts of promises,
As we are the helpless citizens,
Having ten fingers,
Throw us peanuts of hopes,
Which finger you want to paint,
And that finger is yours,
But they spit on the index finger,
Now they want us to press,
With the little fingers,
The drama is staged perfectly,
On the platform of every country,
That believes in democracy,
Believes the gays and lesbians,
Talks about the D & C and The Gods,
Health care for obese and skeletal,
Employment for employed and unemployed,
High rises with vacant apartments,
The not run taps of foreclosed houses,
Empty stomachs need metal pots,
The botched hut with oil lamps,
Supplied with T.V and mixer,
Citizens hold hand phone,
Imported Fried chicken compete,
With the beggar's pizza franchise,
Xenon Front lights of the car,
The imported cheap plastics,
From the communist China,
Citizens are uncomfortable,
They can't afford a house,
The price hike in the soil,
Metal, water, fuel and food,
Citizens are over engrossed,
With their own implanted worries,
The democratic leaders are elected,
The next four or five years,
They will build their tunnels,
Underneath, below the hope,
And dreams of every innocent.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Another American Civil War
The rich are becoming richer than ever before
As the middle class is left expiring in its own gore.
Each day prices rise as people's confidence falls,
But wealthy are too busy to hear their desperate calls.
Rich are counting all the new money they're gaining
And can't believe that there's anyone complaining.
Like Medieval Times they live in castles behind walls,
Shielding them from the increasingly frantic calls.
As with their ancestors greed is the order of the day.
They have no interest in a poorer class with little say.
Only when downtrodden rise and demand their rights
Will walls fall and rich feel the pain of people's plights.
History is replete with middles classes becoming poor
Until they refuse to be ruled by the rich and declare war!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Desperate Times
(tom snow/barry alfonso)
Never thought it would be so rough
And i wonder if i have enough
To keep from breaking down
No mercy in this town
Every day is just another test
Seems i'm always second best
But you learn along the way
That's the price you have to pay
I try to stay defiant
Be tough and self-reliant
Though i get tired to the bone
Love is just a wish you keep inside
How's it gonna help me to survive?
Looks like i'm in this fight alone
And i'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what i have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and i'm livin' in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done, gonna run
Watch me run
Innocents get taken in
By the promise of an easy win
You start out so naive
So eager to believe
But the glitter of the city lights
Only covers up a lonely night
Of strangers slamming doors
You're hungry and ignored
I've faced the competition
I've made the hard decisions
Will it be worth it in the end?
Taking any chance that comes along
Getting hard to tell what's right or wrong
I only wish i had a friend
And i'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what i have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and i'm livin' in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done, gonna run
Watch me run
And i'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what i have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and i'm livin' in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done, gonna run
Watch me run
And i'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what i have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and i'm livin' in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done, gonna run
Watch me run
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Jesus Christ Touched My Heart
Jesus Christ touched my heart
each expressed sentiment rang true
when Jesus spoke each thought
asked ‘Who Will We Worship Now'?
each parable as I read I instantly knew
each parable questioned souls me and you
each parable declared truth acts we do
materialism greed preaches ego success
materialism preaches individual achievement
materialism lives in sanctuaries of gold
materialism loves windows of colored glass
materialism hates getting manicured hands dirty
materialism lives on prestige side of towns...
It has decades this soul bothered
that all the world's great religions
build huge temples to their God
or God's beautiful though shaped
by worship honouring host hands
many built in worship great houses
to their God or Gods who need
no houses to shelter chill starved
mortal suffering dirt dying bodies;
but so many temples built so few
homes for orphans the sick the poor
living flesh souls God does adore.
Where do you think noble God
in truth is to be most found?
In houses of worship countless
built by hands of his own clay?
Or in hospitals, orphanages,
soup kitchens, simple homes
of the poor; and the homeless
streets where beloved poor
so often fall asleep desperate?
Remember greed rich those first
with men are often last with God.
Jesus is most often recorded in
the company of the poor those not
approved by cream of society; not
among glittering robes of the elite
in their palaces. What example do
you think Jesus was giving? Two
of the reasons Rome hated religion
Christianity were, early Christians
refused to worship Rome's rulers as gods
and Christianity taught the slave was
equal to the master. Two lessons
world leaders so often still resent.
Even today we can still judge best
civilizations, a country by how,
they treat the least of their citizens.
Honour this scale who measures
up, who would God approve?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Buys My Thought?
Who buys my thought buys not a bottle of honey
But strands of a hopeless future bottled up.
A future that is threatened
By mortal diseases threatened
The future of the African child.
Of eyes that look out and see an endangered tomorrow threatening an already imagined better future.
Who buys my thought buys not a haven of peace and bliss
But of battling thoughts.
Thoughts of what the future would be
The tomorrow of the African child.
Who buys my thought buys a strenous desire for a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow for the African child
Who buys my thought?
poem by Mabel C. Mozie
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A politician is a man who understands government. A statesman is a politician who's been dead for 15 years.
quote by Harry S. Truman
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Repo
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Goodbye to all that stuff on my back,
To release.
My freedom got too crowded out,
And that bothered me.
I got up one morning,
To review worth and stock.
My dividends were wearing thin,
And that had to stop.
With investments spent in groaning,
And I heard that a lot!
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
Oh yes,
I confess...
I had a repo.
Yes a repossession
My headaches repo-ed...
Right off my chest.
Yes,
Repo-ed!
And glad I got that repossessed...
With every stress I had possess,
To go...
And with a repo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foreclosure Packing
Vietnam era workers,
three bedroom brick,
and a basement...
laid off, sold off,
401k gone....
Buick in the drive,
repossessed!
foreclosure packing,
Kent State and Nixon,
Reagon's America....
financial moral collapse.
the smell of napalm lingers
in houses left empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mitt Romney Scores Home Goal
Mitt Romney was caught with pants
down in party public speech hubris
basically declared he has rewritten
sacred American Constitution rich...
has declared it is not the president's job
to look after poor disparaged 47% voters
a record number of people on food stamps
nearly one in six Americans in poverty...
23 million Americans who are struggling
desperate demanding their right to work
in jobs Mitt Romney profit backed to China
let us teach Mitt about federal government...
employment essentially guarantees citizens
are protected in their Fourth Amendment
'right of the people to be secure in their persons,
houses, papers, and effects,... (against debt)
seizures' Americans with pride want to work.
Now a lesson in history for Mitt Romney spoilt?
An honourable US President Franklin Roosevelt
inspired desired inclusion of right to an adequate
standard of living for all his responsibility citizens!
Franklin gave his famous Four Freedoms speech
in 1941 and Roosevelt declared freedom of speech,
freedom of faith, freedom from want and freedom
from fear in Universal Declaration of Human Rights!
Mitt Romney does not ask what is freedom from want?
Yes Mr Mitt Romney news flash for you a recognized
basic human right is 'right to an adequate standard
of living' established as a minimum entitlement
to food, clothing, housing at a subsistence level.
Mitt Romney's declaration it is not the president's
job to look after a poor disparaged 47% of voters
infers Romney will not support their freedom of speech
and expression, freedom of faith, and definitely implies
protecting poor freedom from want freedom from fear
will not be a on an agenda as a Romney public concern?
Does no one remember master Norman Rockwell's
oil paintings illustrations of The Four Freedoms?
I particularly like painting with the beautiful
cooked turkey and generational family blessings.
'OURS... to fight for: Freedom from Want'
'OURS... to fight for: Freedom from Fear'
'freedom from want - which, translated into world
terms, means economic understandings which will
secure to every nation a healthy peacetime life for its
inhabitants - everywhere in the world.' all citizens!
Mitt Romney will never learn how hard it is to serve
as president for all Americans because he disdainfully;
has written off half the nation in what ancient Greeks
would term hubris an act of extreme pride arrogance!
'Hubris often indicates a loss of contact with reality
and an overestimation of one's own competence or
capabilities, especially when the person exhibiting it
is in a position of power' thus danger bells do scream!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Am I mistaken A rant
When shopping at the superstore
I find each time I must pay more
For food than what I used to do
And other prices increase too.
It makes rather curious
and not a little furious
Whichever store to which I’ve gone
The prices rise in unison.
I suspect conspiracy
They all agree it seems to me
To a co-ordinated plan
Simply because they think they can
Increase the profits which they make.
It’s not a case of give and take.
I can produce no evidence
I rely on my common sense
Perhaps I’m growing paranoid.
Why does the government avoid
Examining the evidence
Because they know it would incense.
The fat cats who they daren’t offend
So they keep quiet and pretend
The do not have the power to
Do as they’re supposed to do.
Protect the public not their friends
But obviously it all depends
To whom they owe their loyalty.
Not to public obviously
Until there’s an election due
That is the time they promise to
Investigate the reasons why
Food prices have become so high
You can believe if you so choose
But as for me I will refuse
To waste my time by listening to
What they are promising to do.
They promise much deliver less
That’s why this country’s in a mess.
We cannot trust the government.
That much at least is evident
The fat cats just ignore the rules.
They see the government as fools
Who have strength but not the will
One single promise to fulfil.
Of course the government deny
This is the truth and they reply.
As usual with platitudes
There is no change of attitude.
The rich grow richer every day.
We have no choice we have to pay.
The prices they demand for food
Maybe I have misunderstood.
And politicians never lie.
And that truth is that they try
To protect us from the greedy few.
Who can tell them what to do.
Governments of both left and right
Have not the strength of will to fight
The power of the money men
Who ever lives at number ten.
Friday,23 September 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Common Soldier & the Politician
In times of problems and peril
The politician comes wagging his tail
Praying the soldier would bail him out
And he does so without fail.
Once the peril is over
Lives are lost and medals won
The widow is patted on her back
And the politician's job is done
Then starts the silent battle
Then starts the difficult fight
The soldier's family lives on unsung
Through the lonely night
The politician spends a charmed life
And on his dying day
People who forgot men of steel
Applaud the man of clay
I wonder if there'd be wars
If politicians had to lead the charge
If our ministers became the soldiers
And the PM became the Sarge
Kishore Asthana
poem by Kishore Asthana
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Where once - There now
Where once our young men fought so well,
Where once they stood and went through hell,
Where once they died and where they fell
There now politicians collect.
When the bullets flew red hot lead
Knew no favours as men fell dead
Screams the last sound they ever bled.
'Move that light, get the right effect.'
Shells whistling from armoured tanks
Toppled down with a pray of thanks
Offices, churches, homes and banks.
'Our politicians must not look old.'
In the ruined and wasted city
Fought an army shorn of pity,
Falling down like red confetti.
'That's better, now they look so bold.'
Where once flapped torn and bloodied coats
There now comes others seeking votes.
Where once men died with willing hands
There now a politician stands
Where once for freedom husbands died
There now has a politician lied.
Where once fell sons and lovers dear
There now falls a crocodiles tear.
poem by Paul Anthony
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By a continuing process of inflation, government can confiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth of their citizens.
quote by John Maynard Keynes
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(Livin' In) Desperate Times
Never thought it would be so rough
And I wonder if I have enough
To keep from breaking down
No Mercy in this town
Every day is just another test
Seems I'm always second best
But you learn along the way
That's the price you have to pay
I try to stay defiant, be tough and self reliant
Though I get tired to the bone
Love is just a wish you keep inside
How's it gonna help me to survive
Looks like I'm in this fight alone
CHORUS
And I'm living in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what I have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and I'm living in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done
Gonna run, watch me run
Innocents get taken in
By the promise of an easy win
They start off so naive
So eager to believe
But the glitter of the city lights
Only covers up a lonely night
Of strangers slamming doors
You're hungry and ignored
I've faced the competition
I've made the hard decisions
Will it be worth it in the end?
Taking any chance that comes along
Getting hard to tell what's right or wrong
I only wish I had a friend
And I'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what I have to do
I'll find some way to make it through
Oh, and I'm livin' in desperate times
And it's too late to change my mind
Till these desperate times are done, gonna run
Watch me run
And I'm livin' in desperate times
Being alive's my only crime
Don't care what I have to do
I'll find some way to make it through -acapo
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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How Little Money Buys
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST CARS AND HOUSES AND FANCY TIES.
IT HAS NO MEANING WHEN SOMEONE DIES.
JUST TO HEIRS WHO COVET ITS SIZE.
IT WON'T PLANT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE LIES.
JUST DISTORT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE TRIES.
IT'S NO SOLUTION FOR LONELY SIGHS.
JUST A CRUEL IMPOSTOR IN DISGUISE.
IT CAN'T EMBRACE A CHILD WHO CRIES.
JUST GIVE SAD HOPE, NOT LOVE THAT'S WISE.
IT WILL NEVER BUY A SINGLE SUNRISE.
JUST STEAL DAYS PROMISING A FALSE PRIZE.
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST 'WHATS' OF LIFE, NOT PRECIOUS 'WHYS'.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Desperate affairs require desperate measures.
quote by Horatio Nelson
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