A Political Spin
After the day's work,
I sat down in an idle mind
Before the television-
Turning towards the news channels.
With a mind that knew
Like the daily news readings
They will be reading some news-
That will bring out
The animal like nature
Of the humans.
But suddenly! !
Oh what am I seeing
Infront of my own eyes?
Is this a dream or horrible night mare?
What bloody, terrible scene is it?
Of human protectors fleecing upon
Their own brothers and sisters,
Their own countrymen-
Of same religion, of same language.
These men wearing uniforms
Pledged when they wore the same-
'SATYA MEWA JAYATE.'
And now they are trying to hide the truth
By supressing public opinion!
By acting like the dogs of wars of rulers/
Are they not supposed to protect us?
Are they not supposed to keep us in a country of freedom?
Oh why am I askng these questions?
Though I know that they are hunters
And not protectors.
Women are seen with great reverence
From the traditional point of view.
But do respect to them mean respecting only the rich
Yes I may not be of the same opinion
But the rulers are-
And so are their blind servants.
Do setting up of big industries
In exchange of poor lives-
Means development in true sense?
On the borders of the country-
Soldiers are dying to save their motherland;
But here lies the similarity and dissimilarity-
On one hand here too fighting is on
But is it to protect the lands?
I know, I surely know-
The rebellion now may stop
due to the smashing of the opponents.
The poor people now may think,
That what the best they can do
Is to break their skulls on the rocks.
Their tremendous pains will not prick
The stone hearts of the rulers-
Who are always busy
Satisfying their whims.
But I know better,
Oh rulers take this as a warning
As the second rebellion can
Shake your thrones
And who knows!
such may be the condition of your fates
That they would crawl on the soil
With no one to do the cremation.
-This poem is a very brief summary of the tortures and sufferings inferred on the poor people of West Bengal
(a state in India) by the ruling CPM party.This is a shame on our democracy.
poem by Sonnet Mondal
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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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Our Protectors And Saviors
in their own rights, they are our protectors and saviors
our daily road pavers.
they are the ones who our lives, we put
to protect, and it gets better yet.
they are with us every second, of every minute
of every waking day.
and for this, they don't get much pay.
they are searchers who try to make things right.
with the courage and determination
to stand up and fight.
it matters not, where they're from
their backgrounds, or religious beliefs
or even the color of their skin.
they just want to take away the pain and the sins.
they get into a profession to help others
and to protect all families
and our sisters and brothers.
they do not do it for fame and glory
this is not their desires and stories.
they do it because there is such a need
and it is a beautiful deed.
their hearts are full of compassion
and they'll run, to get in the action.
they do it for self esteem
and in their eyes, you'll see that gleem.
when a life they have saved
to live to see another day.
that in itself, is worth much more than pay.
now you may ask me, who can they be
they are the ones, who surround you and me.
they are: the police and law enforcement agencies
the firemen, the doctors, and health care providers
and the soldiers who protect the nations
they are the protectors and our saviors
of our every waking hour
and they are the ones
who have lifes powers.
we put our lives and faith in them every day
and to them, i do give praise.
poem by Louis Rams
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Everywhere Somewhere
Everywhere somewhere,
Someone is dying;
And every minute every now,
The Wolrd News are being read;
But, we fail to change for the better as human beings.
Every minute every now,
Somebody is being killed on this earth!
Every minute every time,
Someone is dying because of our sins;
And, every now and then,
We are ready to go to our various churches fro prayers.
Of the rulers and of the servants,
But the human beings are not ready to change for the better!
And, we are even worse than ever;
For hatred is now being taught in every home and in every school.
Everywhere somewhere,
In every city and in every country!
Hatred is being taught to the people;
And the safety nets of love are now being torn away!
Because, we are breaking the written down Laws.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Hide
I hide within a culture where black people
kill their brother everyday
no other culture on this earth
slaughter humans in this way..
listen to what I say! …
I hide within a culture where white rulers estimate
the body count…the after effects..
of the importation and proliferation
of drugs and alcohol
of guns and disease…and biased media..
that they control…
the ‘when and where and who …will fall’
these white men have no soul…
world domination is their goal
white rulers that get rich from war..
old racist men that know it all..
I hide within that culture ….
poem by Steven Taylor
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The Three Rulers
The Three Rulers
In life I have three rulers,
My own mind,
My love of my homeland,
My faith in God.
My own mind defines who I am,
The decisions I have made,
The way I live my life,
The hope and dreams I have for the future.
My homeland defines how I look at the world,
The countless people who have fallen defending it,
The beauty of its countryside,
The long history of its people's over many millennia.
My faith guides how I treat the world,
The way I respect other people,
The way I respect different religions and cultures,
The way I respect the earth in all its glory.
By Christopher Tye
poem by Christopher Tye
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The Writer's Ink
I am the writer's ink,
So just write with me without any fear;
I will move more than expected,
I will write more than expected,
I am the writer's ink.
Use me slowly or even faster,
I will talk more than expected;
I do have the message to teach everyone.
Of the beauty of communication,
I am used by everyone;
I am the writer's ink,
I do make people sad or glad;
My ink makes rulers sad,
My ink makes personalities sad,
My ink makes the common man sad,
The way i am used matters.
I am the writer's ink,
I am not expensive;
Buy me and use me always.
How can a country like Ghana be poor? !
Ghana has gold, oil, cocoa and timber;
There are also diamond, bauxite and other minerals;
How then can Ghana be poor? !
The writer's ink should tell us more.
Mismanagement is the food in the country,
Ghana has really more than it needs;
This country shouldn't be poor.
What the leaders say on air is not,
What we see on the ground;
I am the talkative ready to talk.
I am the writer's ink,
I will always speak the truth!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Politicalamity
Wars n rumors
Of wars, no one knows what for
Toys and soldiers
Deployed, on some foreign shore
Lords and rulers
Destroy, diplomatic rapport
Communists, dictatorships
Democracies, hypocrisies
Ask not what your country can do?
To a one world governmental zoo
Political, political
Politicalamity
Its an-ar-chy
Political, political
Politicalamity
Rick n poor
Salute your countrys colors
Less is more
When one oppresses the other
Pride n power
Decorated upon collars
Donkeys, bears n elephants
All paper-trained on parliament
Ask not what your country can do?
To a one world governmental zoo
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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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Praise for the Country
At the very beginning praise the liberated Bangladesh
Sufferings of the liberated land were not deported yet.
Then I salute motherly homeland
Blood stained mother, mine destitute mother land.
Praising Bangabandhu Mujib who
Sacrificed life to free motherland,
Begging pardon from him and
Start crossing the mighty ocean by remembering him.
Keeping his name in mind raising voice, "Badar, Badar"
I steer the boat, sail boat by his name
His name is known all over the world
Whenever recollect him I cry silently
I will write an epic on them who
Had sacrificed life in freedom fight
Those who sacrificed lives for Bangla Vasa
Singing the songs of life by remembering them
Rafique Salam, Barkat, Jabbar, the lovers of mother tongue
Protect the value at the cost of their lives.
Pitched road were washed away by Matiur's blood.
We have not forgotten ‘69 yet.
The nation has not forgotten November '70,
Lacs of people had died on the beach by cyclone.
Bangalees had won the election in '70,
Then Pakistani rulers got frightened.
History of 1971 is known to all,
How can we forget the pains?
Bangla got victory after a blood shed war
Let us say Joy Banglar Joy.
Freedom's flower bloomed in the courtyard,
After lives of lacs of people had sacrificed.
Bangla was liberated by the spiritual spell of Bangabandhu,
Named Bangladesh which is immeasurable significant.
Autocrats established terrorism in that Sonar Bangla
After floods of blood country was not develop by eras.
Good people are still lament for mental agony
And fundamental elements cried in the trap.
Bangabandhu was killed by local attackers,
Yet today Sonar Bangla is in howling.
I hate that gang of killers,
Countrymen have not forgotten that occurrence.
Where do we get such a patriot of the country?
Everything is in the country except the father.
Who told he is not, he is in our mind,
Crazy Rabin will remember him forever.
Who told he is not, he is in every house,
He is in the mind of everybody.
Let say Mujib, Mujib, let say Joy Bangla,
Let say Joy Bangla, let say Mujib Mujib…
poem by Rabindra Gope
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Sharp shooters
We will need more sharp shooters,
More crowd to play as hooters,
Banks to be kept open for looters,
More violence in films for viewers,
All available for negligible amount,
No records and no cash account,
When more worries and trouble mount,
All come in force and their presence count,
No names no involvement and finished from the scene,
Assassins fire shots which nobody is keen,
Fleeing from scenes easy as not always seen,
Threats completely removed as there had been,
They are all integral part of the system,
Liquidation is process and not always custom,
If hired crowds not there then who will shout?
It is dirty game and nothing to think about,
Scoundrels play the game and not always seen,
Not easy to formant trouble so not very keen,
But show has to be carried and need henchman,
Let people die then who is man or woman,
When rulers break the rule no one can protect,
Nothing will work even mounting strong protest,
It is beginning of downfall and strong acid test,
They will try to crush and use means best,
Nothing can work bullets or ballots,
People may vanish who work as parrots,
No yes man or stooge can last longer,
Truth will prevail and not last the monger,
New scene may emerge on simple ruins,
New currency can be made in form of coins,
Strong public opinion and enforcement of laws,
All will flee the scene including outlaws
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To All Aid Workers
Natural catastrophes devastate,
and send a different 'warning',
but most rulers keep pretending
it might be a matter of fate...
Haitian people lacked
better structures before,
but nobody was concerned
about their living anymore.
We want to praise now
international aid workers, though.
Their efforts, courage, determination,
along with the mercy of God,
dig out more lives
for that poor nation.
(January 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Lebanon is restless, Syria got its walking papers, Egypt is scheduling elections with more than one candidate, and even Saudi Arabia, whose rulers are perhaps more terrified of women than rulers anywhere else in the world, allowed limited municipal elections.
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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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Abu Ghraib Prison
Pictures flit across the screen,
Vile pictures ~ Truly obscene,
Bodies entangled and wound so tight,
Multiple bodies stacked for height,
Some of the subjects wore bags as masks,
One wore undies and was displayed to bask,
In the pictures were soldiers that smiled,
Proud of the art that they styled,
Laughing at the tormented men,
Slapping and smacking ~ Discipline,
American soldiers ~ Prison guards,
Sent to protect Iraq’s yards,
Protect and fight for Iraq to be free,
Sent to do good ~ Not to impede,
America proud to extend her hand,
To this country in the desert sand,
Seeing what Saddam had done,
To his people and their sons,
Murder happened everyday,
The lost were found in mass graves,
America truly wanted to give,
A better future ~ Her only motive,
Then these pictures hit the press,
American soldiers no one could dismiss,
Horror swept through this land,
This isn’t what America planned,
These pictures smacked America’s face,
And left a stain ~ A stain of disgrace,
Freedom will now live in the news,
Listen to the different views,
Democracy lives as the system weaves,
This is your chance ~ Open your eyes ~ Believe.
poem by JerriFaye Thomason
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“Love and Hate”
Its all there
in the mind,
Two emotions,
“Love and hate”.
Uncrowned Rulers
of all beings
Controller
of all deeds.
Evergreen dictators
Ruling the world
Since ages untold.
Love,
Make the world go round and round
Or simply
Make it tumble down.
For which,
One may cross thousand of miles
or
get buried alive below thousand tiles
Love,
For which
many laid their lives
And others,
Washed away many a tribes.
Its all there in the mind,
Hatred,
Conscious ego,
Unconsciously at work.
Thrives on
All the five senses
We are so proud about.
Hatred,
Its voracious appetite,
Wiped out
Civilizations
And
traded life for death.
Its all there in the mind,
Just two emotions,
“Love and hate”.
Uncrowned Rulers
of all beings
Controller
of all deeds.
Evergreen dictators
Ruling the world
Since ages untold.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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It is people
It is people’s victory
No one should feel sorry
It was writing on wall
Demand of the day and call
Mahatma Gandhi did it to gain freedom
Such movement was witnessed seldom
Today it is happening once again
Glory to motherland and power to regain
No bloodshed or single loss of life
Amidst uncertainty, with growing concern and strife
Whole country has witnessed a non violent struggle
With free will drive for looters, grabbers in populated jungle
Why country and poor can not be placed at top?
Why does our spirit and conscience not stop?
What is reason for putting country into shame?
Is the liberal democracy only causing to blame?
Politicians and bureaucrats have done immense damage
The country’s affair is in shamble and unable to manage
The precious national wealth is taken away from people
God only knows when we can do it or be able?
Even the mighty can be brought down to knee
This is movement for calling a country really free
The system is not used to the advantages for few
People are in street to compel the culprits review
Only one man has done the miracle
Whole of country is proud of and entered the circle
The time zeroed in and changes are offered
The conception may be odd but opinion never differed
The country has to be freed from the slavery
From the organized loot and corruption mystery
Who can lead the nation and bring the result?
The country has faced enough of it with insult
Mahatma faced bullet for telling truth
This lone man may loose battle and face the death
Yet whole country is behind mass movement
We can only offer tribute and no other comments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace and honor for new nation
Peace and honor should go together
It is big question to understand and bother
It involves no big or small nations
But question of deep attachment in relation
No country may want to live under shame
Popular will in this sense can’t be blamed
The tolerance has its limit and may anytime explode
At any time to attain the real freedom
Even bad rulers may be tolerated
If their steps are welfare oriented
Certain amount of misrule is also of less concern
Until it speaks of no bad intention and turn
The desert fox connived for higher ambition
It exceeded all civil norms and limitations
People could no more trust for their lives
Normal men had no means with peace to live
Country could afford no more burdens
It needed out burst with ignition all of sudden
One more fatal blow and nation was to be restored
To its full glory of past and honored
Finally it has seen the golden day
Peace has finally descended in its own way
Country has witnessed enough of bad blood
There is shortage of medicines, commodities and food
Libyan people are brave and blessed with natural wealth
There is enough to eat and manage for good health
If people are happy and remain united
It is befitting occasion to feel as librated
Any nation may feel proud with its ancient heritage
Only rulers take note of it and ably manage
Whether system is democratic or with semi pattern
It must be happily shared by all without any concern
We all must wish this young nation a prosperous start
Live in harmony with neighbors and never depart
From stated position of non-interference and neutrality
That shall certainly grant peaceful atmosphere with stability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wealth And Racism
Yes tell me it is not called the third world!
It is called the developing world? Developing?
Yes tell me it is not rich people exploiting the poor!
It is the system and multinational corporations?
People would never do such things deliberately!
News flash, some people not only would, they are?
To poor people struggling inside a third world.
Rich people can symbolize oppression slavery.
Rich people at best may be just rich boss pricks.
It does not amatta, what acolour, a skin is...
when it isa youa, who isa starving, toa slowa death!
When it isa youa, whoisa nota gota, fullie stomach!
It does not matter what colour a skin is...
When the people exploiting you are all the same.
When the people exploiting you are all rich pricks.
Of course children under five starving to death...
do so without ever experiencing the need to learn...
the meaning, of such words terms; their experiences differ...
Poor third world people, dying of starvation wages...
when lucky enough, to get any kind, of work at all.
Or being sweat shop worked, to a dropp dead early grave...
don’t usually much care, who is classified as super rich.
Or what prejudice exists, between the boss mega rich.
Arguments and equations
demanding colour equality.
Tend to lose ground and relevance
quickly, for the dying and the dead.
Questions of race harmony
can best be resolved.
When the entire race of humanity
is fairly, clothed and fed.
For dedicated; chosen social reformers;
like Mahatma Gandhi and Doctor King.
True civilized; family brotherhood;
has evolved to protect the underdog.
Regardless of religion, race, colour;
or conceived social status or class.
To truly love and protect fellow human beings
is truly a wonderful beautiful thing.
True social reformers are not limited
or interested in more power to women,
gays, specific religious groups, ethnic
groups, or class stratum of society; if
this means greater power misdirected,
to exploit, any specific part, of now
always important, social stratification;
contemporary, gradually evolving, human
conditioning society. The elimination
of all exploitation and underclasses, is
also the final freedom curing, of power
crazed misguided souls, wasting human
unresourced potentiality. But to a few, a few
stinking, filthy rich, rich blobs, of supposed
humanity; it makes not an iota of difference,
when, their exploited, third world workers,
expire. After the grasped, exploitation of the bitter
husk, it matters not what becomes, of withering dust.
To be further downtrodden, no more; to hunger or
starve, no more; to be free at last, to be free at last.
To de Mr Big Rich Boss Man, all used up, time to get a new one!
After all dem gutters are full, plenty more, where dat came from!
It was Jesus who said, a rich man is a man,
who has enough food for each day,
and if you have two garments, give one to
your brother who lacking has none!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948) was known as Mahatma, or ‘Great Soul’. He was a fearless champion of the weak and oppressed and said of himself, “The only virtue I claim is truth and non-violence.”
Martin Luther King, Jr., (1926-1968) . A black clergyman and inspiring speaker influenced by the non-violence policy of Gandhi, who became a leader of the struggle for racial equality and civil rights in the United States from 1956 onwards.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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America s Strength (series #2)
As a youngster I began to wonder “ how this great nation came to be”.
People from all over the world looking for a new life to escape tyranny.
This became AMERICAS history.
Then we had our civil war and we fought as state to state.
We all became UNITED and that made this nation great.
So we put the two together and the UNITED STATES was formed.
Little did we know- that this would be the “ norm”.
Look around you, and you will see
Every ethnic group, that’s how we came to be.
AMERICA is not just a country, but a land
Where the bell of freedom rings
And from every country, its people it will bring.
AMERICA is a dream- a vision, a quest- if you must
But in this great nation we put all our trust.
So give us your humble, your poor, your weak
If freedom is what they seek.
This is what made this nation, and gave dreams to all mankind
For we will fight for this country, our lives we’ll put on the line.
We will get stronger, and you will weaken and die
For you can not break our spirit, no matter how you try.
“ now many will say I’m a dreamer”
But that’s how this world came to be
Every small dream has become a reality.
We wanted to hide the pictures and videos
From our children of what you had done.
Because we had felt that they was much to young.
Now we’ve decided to teach and show them about
This cowardly act, and to give them knowledge
And show them all the facts.
poem by Louis Rams
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Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.