Ink Of Failed Conscience
Once up on a time
Among some other men and women
Called human rights activists
In a wonderful country
Sometimes may be yours or not
Covered skin as a righteous character
Appearing on surface of conflicts
Seems to be the side of victims
Definition today is doubtful
Fights for rights
It is a job well paid
Elite's cases are handled
Like a lawyer acts
Having not anything bought
Earns more over unexpected
Barking to one side loudly
Licks the other side slowly
Sells killings, violence and tortures
Yearns conflicts and wars
Writes reports and goes for conferences
Grabs projects and funds from donors
For the survival
Consciously or unconsciously
Does not expect
Peaceful solutions
On the way of helping to charismatic issues
Wishes conflicts to be expanded
To write reports and statements
With ink of failed conscience
Domesticated heart body and mind
Unwilling to retreat
Extended greediness
Living in hunting stages
Empathy and sympathy
Gradually dwindled
Shocked heart tears dry up
Killings, disappearance, and abductions
Well trained reports
Fills in the blanks
Of failed humanity questions
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights.
quote by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
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A War About God And A War About Land
A war about God and a war about Land
The tragic loss of lives I do not understand
A just war in truth is a damnable lie
For in modern day conflicts many civilians do die
Old hatreds they live on for centuries of years
And gives rise to suffering and bloodshed and tears
And every day of conflicts and wars we do hear of and read
And despite what some say war to peace never lead
The war supposed to end all wars was fought decades ago
But that is a fallacy as we do know
But with them it is never let bygones be gone
Old hatreds in mistrust in them living on
Another old hatred in conflict is raging today
Where many innocents die in a Land far away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Humanity
Human and humanity,
Where lies your conscience?
Inhumanity and ideas,
Why create conflicts?
You who inflict pains to those who disagree with you,
I have a story to tell you;
Life is all about us.
Morals and immoralities,
Where lies the positive values of life?
To the citadals of the world powers,
Why control everything out our hands?
With conflicts here and there without a control.
Life is all about us but,
We still have the shameful acts of evil among us;
In this life,
In this world,
In this games of life and death;
Some are very content when the majority go hungry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Torman
The medical reports and the expenses,
And of a shelter against the storm and the expectations;
Stop the killings and help the people!
For your personal directorate means a lot.
Horrified spasm of violence and hate,
Out away the guns and let us care for each other;
For the anatomy of the game is all about us.
I am Torman and i need love and care,
But what i see around me tells the story over here;
And like the rains that came at last after thirty years.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Diplomacy in general does not resolve conflicts. Wars end not due to peace processes, but due to one side giving up.
quote by Daniel Pipes
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What happens if.......
What happens if we have one religion?
No cast, no creed and no more legions
No differences and no more opinions
We can cry over without cutting onions
What happens if we have one continent?
No fights, no boundaries and no discontent
No more deteriorations and only improvement
Progress all over and seen with development
Can there be any objection if we have one God?
Have we to blind other people with hot iron rod?
Is he not the embodiment of love and peace?
Will the life not be sweet and at ease?
Can we not vow to shun the violence?
Stop killings from right now and hence,
Should we not think over it at least once?
Embrace each other and never to pounce
Will it stop for the want of language?
Will we not be able to manage?
Can there be no peace without any carnage?
Are they all not adults or under age?
Mutual exchange of views may pave the way,
No conflicts and all will have definite say
Really it will be heaven on earth,
Talents easily available and never be the dearth
Will we able to stop conflicts?
No more bloodbath and wounds inflict,
If possible strong resolve to avoid distrust
Peace and harmony amidst joy and trust
It may look novel idea and funny
Whole world is running after power and money
May not find the idea with favour and durable
With unrest and wars it is certainly comparable
You may be termed idealist and mad
People may prefer to remain gloomy and sad
Is it the sign of fatigue or situation very bad?
It is because the perception we never had
It may need to have fresh look
World needs to be brought out of hook
All this can be read in religious books
Are we prepared to spoil the food with many cooks?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Syria Admits Ethnic Cleansing In Darayya
days of government bombing against the civilian
town of Darayya preceded the Syrian armies assault
on Saturday capitalizing on a civilian bombardment
Syrian state TV confirmed these ruthless attacks
stating military targets an official Darayya policy
city systematically 'cleansed of terrorist remnants'
Syrian government troops responsible for the 'massacre'
had 'summarily executed' many victims caught in the town
of Darayya after executing their 'house-to-house' raids
unconfirmed reports described 200 bodies discovered
in houses and basement shelters 'many of the victims
had gunshot wounds to the head and chest and were killed
during house-to-house raids by government troops'
most victims had been killed at close range some had died
from sniper fire unverified video footage on the internet...
shows rows of recovered bodies side by side in
the Abu Auleiman al-Darani mosque the Syrian
Observatory for Human Rights said altogether
183 people died across Syria on Saturday...
'the type of mass killing reportedly carried out in Darayya,
with dozens of bodies being discovered following
government raids, has increased in recent months' this is
not a new pattern according to Human Rights Watch but
is now happening in more areas in greater numbers?
United Nations observers claim both sides had carried out
massacres the Syrian army being held responsible for a
far greater number of deaths sadly UN monitors have been
confined to their hotels since June due to rising violence...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Inspector General issued six reviews and reports on actions taken based on provisions of the act. In those six reports, the IG found that not one violation of an individual's civil liberties - a total of zero - had taken place since the act was instituted.
We receive reports now on a daily basis from our own people on the ground in Darfur on widespread atrocities and grave violations of human rights against the civilian population.
quote by Jan Egeland
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Fort Hood
Young then,
And committed.
Feeling patriotic...
Obligated.
With desires to protect.
A country loved with much respect.
Much now has transpired,
Since those days I enlisted.
And wanting to whip some ass.
In the military wanting to save,
Rights of my family and others.
No one had to ask.
Too proud I was of the task.
Today my sorrows are with soldiers,
At Fort Hood.
And those who died unexpectedly
Shot and shocked,
By one of their own.
With intentions unknown.
And here I sit,
Wanting and trying to make sense...
Of all of this.
I knew when I was an airman then,
My devotion was unquestionable...
Towards my fellow comrades,
Family and friends.
And I...
For the life of me,
Will never comprehend...
How someone can harm their own.
And wear the uniform of trust.
Others rely upon and depend.
My heart goes out to those at Fort Hood.
The soldiers who wear their uniforms.
With a quest to sacrifice their lives,
Day and night.
And even though actions of one,
Will never make a horrible action understood.
As a veteran I offer my empathy to give.
Knowing your tears weeped,
Will be with you for a while to keep.
We can only pray those conflicts that exist,
Come to an end...
For all affected by these wars that bring disturbances,
Like the one you've experienced.
And forgive.
Because we must!
We must demand to have a future...
Stripped of hatred!
Racist debates.
To realize humanity given to us ALL,
Is God's gift!
To uplift.
And not abandon!
In Dedication:
To those who serve at Food Hood, Texas.
In and/or out of uniform.
But united in sorrows felt!
May God bless you.
Healing your pain to relieve you soon,
from grief.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
Human Chronicles
saddened again...
to hear reports of violence
from around the world.
people, everyday people,
killed in an instant,
by rogue gunfire.
and people fighting for freedom,
standing up at all costs,
for their basic human rights.
fighting for food and shelter
in the 21st century!
the furious rabble of anger,
religions hating other religions.
fighting for the 'only god',
the 'only truth'...
and they dont even know
for whom they fight!
more earthquakes in Japan.
destruction, despair, desolation...
and yet they keep whaling!
rabid mindless fighting
in the Middle East.
threats of nuclear war,
oil, and more oil!
fighting over which side
of the street god walked on!
mosques, and temples,
weeping...
while the images of both gods,
turn away in shame!
Eorpoean countries failing,
economic collapse!
unrest in China,
boiling between the lines...
too many people
with too few rights!
Tibet, ravaged, raped, plundered...
while the world turns away!
starvation in Africa,
poverty in Haiti,
fighting in Mexico...
the list goes on...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Without You By My Side
I lie so tired in my bed
And moon shows herself to the door
And I shut my eyes.
I pray to god, wont you tell me please,
Whats a girl like me doing
Lying here without you by my side?
Lying here without you by my side
Lying here without you by my side
The room fills with moonlight and memories of old times,
But dont worry about me, Im just fine most of the time.
The hardest part is late night, when Im home all alone,
And the house is so still nothing better to do than think about you.
Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
How quick my heart wants to believe, Ill never be lonely again.
Its those little things I never thought about much, that I miss most in the
End.
Like those sweet red-wine kisses, and the candlelight,
And the poetry, but mainly, its just the warmth of your skin,
And having you by my side,
Im lying here without you by my side
Theres this weight in my heart, its so heavy, so sad,
It felt like a wave that any moment comes crashing down,
And maybe my sorrow will drown tomorrow
When Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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Criticisms Quick To Share
From one side of an open mouth,
Accustomed to judging...
With criticisms quick to share,
One is heard to deliver...
'Holier-than-thou' statements,
To use from sources to inflict...
Upon others their knowledge.
But an absence of it seen,
Conflicts with that which departs from their lips.
And...
From the other side of this mouth open wide,
It is confided to anyone within listening distance...
How one finds it difficult to go through the day,
Without being medicated or in a 'toasted' way...
To enhance one's feeling of devoted faith kept.
With a solid belief one makes sure is always on,
In a public display that is flawless.
And fresh from a stupor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am proud to be white
My two dogs patrol the yard
from side to side
and walk along the wall
with the street
to and fro
as if they at any moment expect
a threat
or armed invasion
and I have moved the mailbox
for the poor postman
to do his duty in safety
and it’s quite clear
that lawful authority
is decaying
and the country is more insane than mad.
Black policemen walk eight
next to each other in a shopping centre
and even when I stand pressed
against a shop’s window
to avoid them
they still bump into me
and when I let them know
that the walkway doesn’t belong to them
with a submachine gun
they turn to me
because I am white
and this intimidation I laugh off
even when I have to
give a statement
for my stolen car
to the gate guard
on the outside of the police station.
So near to a black police state
I have not yet seen
and still for this nonsense I am not afraid
and know my rights and the law
and these people will never know
how much I love my country.
I am proud to be white
and my language, culture, norms, values
and humanity differ so much
that I never
want to be another colour.
Even when I am now
a third rate citizen in my country
which claimed
military service from me
where there are discriminated
against my human rights
and where from time to time
I am without an income and a job
since I serve an almighty Lord
who sets governments up and let them fall
and who gets solutions out of impossibility.
[Reference: Lawful authority decaying: “Ethnic hatred is the result of the terror that arises when legitimate authority disintegrates.” Michael Ignatieff: Blood and Belonging Croatia and Serbia.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Instigator
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Mourning victims,
With salutes and hollow praises...
Something is in that drinking water drank.
Affecting their minds and dazing their heads!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
This one never sleeps at all.
With infested instigations...
Snuggled up and brought to bed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator repeatedly...
Will ensure all nerves are on edge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims Of Lies
It's not unpatriotic,
To take a stand...
Against decaying issues
Affecting your fellowman!
Or raising a voice,
In nonconformist flair.
If more believed in justice shared...
Conflicts experienced now,
Would not exist!
Would not be there!
But indifference and greed,
Has freed a beast that seizes...
Rights once taken for granted,
Now all are inflicted with much that displeases!
And opportunities we all had,
Now dissolve before our eyes.
'What about 'us'? '
Are heard the shouts and cries.
By those of cold shoulders who now clearly see...
It's not me,
But even they...
Who have become victims of lies,
Released and processed freely!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Failed Performance
For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death,
the coming of cessation, I was waiting.
Tomorrow must come
before eternity,
that inness, I will come to terms with one day.
The absoluteness of certainties
creates a danger of half-truths.
An intelligent mind suffers _
in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions.
The happenings of existence
continue without dignity.
Hand-picked rainbow is dumped
face down in shallow creek,
drugged, raped and abandoned
to lose colours in water.
When the sky hangs on the shore
the blue sea sends the condolence.
The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts
weeps for a failed performance.
poem by Satish Verma
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Science cannot resolve moral conflicts, but it can help to more accurately frame the debates about those conflicts.
The photographs of Iraqi prisoners being subjected to degrading and humiliating treatment by their captors, and the reports of acts of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and other acts of maltreatment shock the conscience.