Justice for sale..
Millions of us stand on the roads,
not waiting for the transports to board,
just searching the peace that is lost,
opportunities missed and the destiny tainted.
rugs are cleaner and not with punctures,
in certain place, but looking at these juncture,
why are these people let to wear such attires,
Why aren't they cared and seen as equal?
When sugar, grains and spices are procured,
value their sweat to value these commodities,
Why do the rich want to buy these necessities,
at the price of these poor countries?
The beautiful blouse that we wear,
the elegant shirts that covered with the coats,
branded ties, meticulous belts and shoes,
believe me, might have been made,
with 25 cents per hour petty salary,
their children are alive half empty,
while our children are obese and naughty,
these people do not have to go to hell,
as they already live a life of hell,
where they drink untreated water,
frequent power cuts, clogged drains,
herbal remedies, god given diseases,
entertained by the music of mosquitoes.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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Children Power
Children power,
Children power,
Children power,
Children power.
Monkeys are jumping from tree to tree,
Whales are swimming from sea to sea,
Birds are flying from sky to sky,
People are seeing eye to eye.
Were all one.
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power. (children power)
Earth is turning evry day,
Rivers are flowing in every way.
Trees are growing day by day,
And people are loving in their own way.
Were all one.
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power. (children power)
Caring people, (caring people)
Loving people, (loving people)
Learning people, (learning people)
Growing people, were all one.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Alcoholism In Tamil Nadu, S.India
How to send them to school clean and tidy,
When they have to pass through the muddy roads,
All politicians of my country should walk on this path,
Before they go to the state assembly and Parliament,
Let them teach us how they keep their white shoes, white,
Let them teach us how to carry these bags in rain, not wet,
Let them teach us how to survive with rationed food and water,
Let them go through all these hardship to develop this country,
But most of them have gone through what we go through,
But they forget the past and seek the friendship of rich and high,
Half of my countrymen are dirt poor and dirtier than dirt,
Even in their new clothes they wear once in many blue moon year,
Our children are malnourished and their medicines are stolen,
The milk is adulterated, the medicines are adulterated,
What is not adulterated where the poor men buy from,
Intelligent people are serving themselves in fine dining,
While my poor countrymen drink and save the revenue,
For the state government, Let our men be the alcoholics,
Let our women suffer, Let our children starve and spoil,
Let the government of Tamil Nadu, prosper in distillery.
Shame on everyone who can think for others, not for their own.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Let the children read
People are waiting for the King
To safe broken heart and safe life
People who are busy to erase their sin
But some people still searching
How to manage this difficult life
The rest are trying to help poor people
I am an ordinary people
Who has an ordinary heart
I don't have power to save this world
But i want to learn to care
Because i realize i live not for this world
I live for the next step with my King
If it is possible
I want to help many children around me
Who feel hunger of education
but do not have money
I wish i can get scholarship one day
But, when i see those little children
Better, if i can help them
Teach them
Make them read
So they will know science and the truth
I hope... i can help myself first
So, i can help them and my family
Because children deserve to have education
Children should have many dreams
Children should feel safe
No more tears to this world for them
Go To Hell
Now if your mind lies in the Devil's workshop
And evil duens your thrill
And trouble and mischief is all you live for
You know darn well
That you'll go to hell
So you're living high and mighty
Rich off the fat of the land
Just don't dispose of your natural soul
'cos you know darn well
That you'll go to hell
I say hell
Where your natural soul burns
Hell
Where you pay for your sins
Hell
Keep your children from wrongdoing
'cos you know darn well
That they'll go to hell.
I say hell
Man, woman were created
Hell
To live for eternity
Hell
With an apple they ate from the tree of hate
So you know darn well
That they went to hell
Now Satan was an angel in heaven
But he stirred up trouble and woe
So the LORD commanded that the Devil be branded
So you know darn well
He went to hell
Yeah, he went to hell
Yeah, he went to hell
He went to hell.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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On The Subject Of An Afterlife
On the subject of an Afterlife of hell
For the earthly sinners I'd rather not dwell
Since billions of poor people do live in their Earthly hell
in a World where some see
It as a sin for to live in poverty they are suffering for their Earthly sins though with that you do not agree
Do you believe that the prophesy of the meek the earth shall inherit to them does not apply
Since any sort of a reasonable existence the greedy super rich of them choose to deny
The minority who live in an Earthly heaven who take but never give
Those who believe that the World is their's and do not subscribe to live and let live
Hell on Earth for the billions in poverty should be enough punishment for their sins the price they do pay
But you believe in the Hereafter all sinners must suffer whilst their bones here on Earth do decay
And as for the poor man who steals to feed his children the gates of heaven he won't enter in
Than the Corporate crim who out of greed steals millions that his is really not a lesser sin
On the subject of the Afterlife with you I will not argue since you have your opinions and that does suit me fine
And as for me I too have my opinions and your's is very different to mine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Provide water and air which is clean and pure
Water
Is the most important
Need of life
The miracle liquid
Is scarce and polluted
Specially in the villages
The poor and needy
Are force to drink it in plenty
Science and technology
Is being used more and more
By all the countries
Underdeveloped nations
In their urge
To become developed
Use resources
In an unbalanced manner
Nobody bothers
About the poor villagers
Industries of rich and powerful
Pollute environment and soil
Toxifying the water underneath
With chemicals like chlorine
Rivers and lakes too face their ire
Poor people forced to drink
The same water
Causing diseases
In the poor and needy
What was provided by god?
Free of cost, is now bought
Enormous profits are earned
In the name of water,
Pure and healthy
I ask everybody
To wake and rise
Force the rulers
To use their might
Provide water and air
Which is clean and pure
Develop water purifiers
Cheap and handy
Distribute them to the needy
Save poor people from
Disease and dying
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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When is the dawn?
I walked miles after miles on these dusty roads,
Wearing comfortable shoes to protect my sore feet,
This place is an example how a country,
Should not be managed and messed up.
This area exemplifies to prove the poverty,
That is churned out from corruption.
Every level of this country is well corrupted,
Politicians, judiciary, administrative and common men,
Who have some power to extract few dollars and cents.
Most men look sickly, but the women look all right,
Terribly skeletal human can be found here,
Walking, running and pedaling for money.
Cute broad eyes that look at me piercingly,
Poking my inability to talk about their miseries,
Half eaten stomach can't be filled with water,
Even the water is scarce; don't ask for clean water,
The corporation sends the water of various smells,
No program can be watched continuously,
As there is power interruption every other hour,
I have many yellow singlets after putting,
The white materials in the washing machine,
The air is humid or scorching hot in summer,
Very cold and shivering in winter,
The rivers run knee deep in the rainy season,
On the roads, collecting the rubbish and then float,
I have seen mosques everywhere and hear their prayers,
One after another nonstop for ten minutes or more,
Sometimes I thank the power interruption,
Why we have to reassure that Almighty is great,
Every five hours, but the Almighty has not been kind,
To these poor souls who are wearing dirty clothes,
Kneel down on the floor to worship Him for love,
Almighty has bestowed them with lots of love,
So they have created 160 million people so far,
When private sector flourishes,
The public sector is in a filthy state,
Railways, Roads and battered buses,
Filled with people, three hours to catch a bus,
To work and another three hours to go back,
People are waiting day and night,
They are waiting everywhere with a hope,
They are waiting for the fresh dawn,
That brings them normal life and security.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Broken children
I've come across many neglected children
They carry a pain
Thats left a mark
An uncured wound
A broken heart
A broken home
Due to parents disappearing
Or out there searching
Always there children they are hurting
Why! ....
Because of greed
Because of need
Because of temptation
Or because of drugs!
These children never did ask to be born
And find there status torn
Ripped apart and shredded!
How selfish can those parents be
All for want and for themselves to repair
The only place they have come to tear
Are the roots of those children
Who live there lives searching for there souls
Life becomes a riddle
When only themselves they muddle
Walking down those empty streets
Meeting up with others who swollowed the same
Now they've decided to create a new game
Let it be violence!
And push those parents into shame
Yet it is always
Those poor children who live with blame!
If this is freedom of choice!
Then let those poor children
Make a voice!
poem by Suzan Gumush
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Imagine
Imagine life had no pain
No war or hate
religion profane
We All had the same beliefs
Lived in unity
A world of peace
No illnesses or disease
Have no fear
We live at ease
No control over people
No world leaders
We all made equal
No child abduction
Do away with
Weapons of mass destruction
Suffering did not exist
A life of sin
Would not be missed
Everyone is classed the same
No rich or poor
Greed or shame
I live in hope
But its just a dream
The way we live
Is to extreme
I just pray
That will be forgiven for
killing this beautiful planet
That we live in
poem by Nic Hillen
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Scavenging Ravens
I am so scared to close my nose,
as I may offend the deplorable souls,
An earthen pot filled with boiling rice,
comfortably sits in the middle of flies,
Everyone's waste is disposed here,
varieties of things in variant grade,
rotten, rotting and sale able plastics,
two human squat there to separate,
what other disposed, have some values,
when ever I walk by the dumpster,
at the sides of these main roads,
I try to walk faster, not to inhale,
the horrible smell of decaying garbage,
the other day I was forced to stop,
the traffic jam created by,
around ten rickshaws and a bullock cart,
I tried to take a deep breath,
and walk past as fast as I could,
Then I saw the bed that was laid,
between the dumpster and the wall,
just on the plank over the clogged ditch,
I was shocked, then I took off my hands,
from the nose and breathed the air,
that these poor people on the street inhale,
day and night and night and day.
How to change this country,
of over multimillion people,
half of them are dirt poor,
one tenth of them are the richest,
forty percent of them middle class,
How to change this country,
to have clean air for people to breathe?
How to change these countries,
to have clean water for people to drink?
How to change these continents,
to have ample work for the human,
to stand on their own feet?
Who is going to do it,
without being the mosquitoes,
that like to suck,
the blood of poor men?
who is going to do it,
without being the Shylock,
who wants not only a pound,
but also the body and the soul,
of the poor men of these continents?
I am scared to close my eyes,
as I may miss seeing all these lies.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Beautiful Thing
A beautiful thing
Is the life that God gave to us
A beautiful thing is the men like us
Because God create the men
To get married and have an also to have children
Together with his wife that he decides to marry and live the rest of his life With
A beautiful thing
Is the music that singers gave to me so that I can have a better life
Why?
Because singers are people just like me
And their music heals me and othe people
A beautiful thing for the ones that are sick for a long time
Is death
Because when death arrives to the ones that are sick they don't suffer Anymore
But it is not worth to live life when the ones that are sick are sick
Because it is a constant worry about who will take care of the ones that are Sick
And also their are constant worries if the one that os sick have any kids
Because they have to think of who will take care of their kids when they Will die
And I don't doubt for a moment that they won't miss their loved one if it is their mother or their father
Why?
Because the one that is sickis their mother
And you raised them from birth to grown up
And what is next?
I can't say what is next because I don't live their lives
And I will worry about my life
And nobody else's life
Because all the dreams that I am having now belongs to my life
Why do I talk so much about life now?
Because I am thinking about life now
And I am enjoying every second in my life
Because every second in my life counts because the hour keeps passing
And I keep enjoying it
A beautiful thing is that I am one adult
And that I can do things that pleases me with limitations
A beautiful thing is that I am the captain of God's ship
But I am also the master of God's soul
And God is the master of my destiny
But where my destiny will end I don't know
Because only God knows where my destiny will end
A beautil thing is the rain
Because it comes down from the sky and water our garden that is Outside of our houses
A beautiful thing is the soap that removes the dirt from my body and Makes it clean
A beautiful thing is the clothes that keeps my body dressed all day
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Coffee and the poor economies of the world.
Respect the sweat of human,
Irrespective of color, creed and religion,
One third of tap water is used to brew the coffee,
Procured two to five dollars per kilo in whole sale,
Starbucks sell two pound a cup in the stalls in UK,
Have spacious restaurants in our regions
converting UK pounds to our pitiful denomination,
Americana, Cappuccino, Mocha and Espresso,
Fancy name attached with degree of roasting,
Fermentation, with milk, without milk and bubbles,
Come to our countries, freshly roasted filter coffee,
Available on the road sides for five rupees a cup,
Cup size of less than 50 ml, just to moisten the throat,
Even the Cups of developed nations, fivefold our size,
Still it is only 25 rupees, equivalent to fifty cents,
We are the poor people; give us the fair price,
Coffee is the third liquid, after petroleum, on the market,
Out of one kilo coffee powder,100 cups can be brewed,
R&D, Oil rigs, Oil platforms, expensive engineers and workmen,
Billions of dollar investment, still one liter petrol costs 140 pence,
What have you invested in our poor countries,
To drink the sweat of our plantation coolies so cheap?
How are we obligated to sell our produce,
So cheap for you to increase the value and sell?
WE are fools and our politicians are your tools,
To puncture our hearts to do the batter trade.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Your Vice
Faith, in your hands , lost it's meaning, to my surprise,
Expectations turned out wry, it makes me doubt about
The whole situation.
I trust today, you have found the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a hardened heart, and all you say is no consolation.
I live on hope, i live on lies, you wear the guilt, your vice.
Truth in your mouth are frozen words, leaving me darkness.
These barren roads wear me out, a cold wind blows, it would raise the fallen.
I trust today, you have found, the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a callous mind and all you say is of no implication
I live on hope , i live on lies, you wear the guilt, your vice
I live on hope........
song performed by by Xymox
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Your Vice
Faith, in your hands , lost it's meaning, to my surprise,
Expectations turned out wry, it makes me doubt about
The whole situation.
I trust today, you have found the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a hardened heart, and all you say is no consolation.
I live on hope, i live on lies, you wear the guilt, your vice.
Truth in your mouth are frozen words, leaving me darkness.
These barren roads wear me out, a cold wind blows, it would raise the fallen.
I trust today, you have found, the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a callous mind and all you say is of no implication
I live on hope , i live on lies, you wear the guilt, your vice
I live on hope........
song performed by by Xymox
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Children Of The Grave
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march
Against the world in which they have to live
And all the hate thats in their hearts
Theyre tired of being pushed around
And told just what to do
Theyll fight the world until theyve won
And hell comes flowing through
In los angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today
Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?
Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?
In los angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
(yeah) so you children of the world,
Listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
Spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
You must be brave
Or you children of today are
Children of the grave, yeah!
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Nike Shox
on the outside, nike is great
nike makes ballin shoes, jordan and melo
they make pro golf shirts, blue green and yellow
they make casual wear directed at teams like nike boots
they make athletic training equiptment like ladders and parachutes
they make great sports gear like nike pro
they sponser combines for young football players so college they can go
they are associated with so many youth-adult sports teams
you would think they would endorse children's dreams
instead they exploit children and cause them pain
sweatshops leave them damaged and maimed
but because they are in poor countries where the children have no to grow
most kids who idle nike will never know
NIKE SHOX
poem by cedric watson II
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For the people Of Palestine
In a holy land, with a strange feeling
A strange and calm feeling that comes from the heart of people
People who live pure, people who are valuable and kind
People who are great and faithful, men and women with beautiful minds
Their sky was calm a day, it was full of white pigeons
Pigeons which were the messengers of peace
A blue sky that was above a golden place
A place that was full of happy face
Green lands and greener islands with warm sunny farms
Happy people who don't think about a simple fight
Streets full of cheerful children and cars
But the time brings an unfair war
Some people think power can take everything from poor people
But it never can conquer the faith
Faith will destroy every satanic thing
It can bring bad things down, even the powerful kings
Farms destroyed under the boots of soldiers
They close their eyes and burst fire on the poor and innocent children of Palestine
Their laugh destroy that empty sky
Satanic plans those we know all are a lie! ! !
Power Vs Faith
Guns Vs Stones
Bullets Vs people
And Blood on the feeble
When a pure stone flies, a bullet tears the sky to hit for the answer
And then a heart that once was for a human stop beating
The truth is being hiding in our world
We should help the people of Palestine, not with our words! !
Where are the humans right protectors?
Where are the people who are loyal to humanities criteria?
Where are the humans to see a family that sleep with fear?
Where is a person to clean the children tears?
We have a ceiling to sleep in peace under it
We have security, we live in peace
But there…, suddenly the roof of a house will fall down
When they think they are sleeping in peace, they buried in the dawn
In the Name of Humanity, don't be silent
See the truth; see the pure bodies those just fell down
See the tears of mothers those live in stress
See the great unfair condition, see the real mess!
For the people of Palestine
People who live in a cruel situation
For the people of Palestine,
People who their rights are taken, , people with no sin!
poem by Ellias Anderson
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The Messenger
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
He would play the sacred themes
That my children sang to me
Amazing as it seems
It was the answer to my dream
His heart that touches me
More than that I do not not know
Then I hear him on the radio
Remembering his every word
That my children sing to me
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
Now my children sing to me
This loving place, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
Listening for his words
He would speak in ancient verse
So we mesmerize a way to go
Reaching out the universe
Reaching out the universal
Not afraid to learn new words
That our children sing to us
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
So his children bring to us
This inner peace, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
One voice
One world
One touch
One life... truly, truly say it
One world... one voice
One touch... truly, truly say it
Some people realise
Some people see it
From the beginning
One world... one touch
One voice... one life
One touch... one voice... one world... one life
song performed by by Yes
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The Messenger
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
He would play the sacred themes
That my children sang to me
Amazing as it seems
It was the answer to my dream
His heart that touches me
More than that I do not not know
Then I hear him on the radio
Remembering his every word
That my children sing to me
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
Now my children sing to me
This loving place, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
Listening for his words
He would speak in ancient verse
So we mesmerize a way to go
Reaching out the universe
Reaching out the universal
Not afraid to learn new words
That our children sing to us
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
So his children bring to us
This inner peace, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
One voice
One world
One touch
One life... truly, truly say it
One world... one voice
One touch... truly, truly say it
Some people realise
Some people see it
From the beginning
One world... one touch
One voice... one life
One touch... one voice... one world... one life
song performed by by Yes
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