A Youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era and of 1976
The difference between a youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era
And the youth of 1976
1976 Their daily bread was not yet sovereignty
And singing not yet uhuru
They heard a smell of injustice in old uniform
Rebellious against it everywhere and anywere!
They fought injustice with their lives
they fought every inhuman out of human
A youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era
They sing not yet developed
And they have a freedom in their lifetime.
The streets are as they where in 1976
And the dust is still unsettled.
I sense a feeling of corruption, maqhabane!
Unruly against all those championing liberation
And defy them against all odds!
The class of 1976 died for justice
And youth Janice Bronwyn Linden dies for injustice.
A justice in injustice uniform.
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Youth Youth Youth
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Don't wanna spend my life saving up for things
Don't wanna have what a steady job brings
I don't want security
Don't want responsibility
Don't wanna stay at home not making any noise
I've always got to be out
I've always got to have a choice
I don't want security
Don't want responsibility
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
I don't want no uniform
I don't want no book of rules
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
I don't want no uniform
I don't want no book of rules
song performed by by Billy Idol
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My first job was for a blue jean company as a sitting model. I posed for 15 minutes and made $50. It was 1976.
quote by Janice Dickinson
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Revolt 25 June 2009
Bursts of noise
officials in full school uniform enter
excitement as we
hug and laugh
I’m wearing Tiaan’s track suit
his school cap – his blazer
he wears himself
I’m bursting with delight
so many people
commemorating 1976 when
South Africans refused
to go to school
I can’t wait to run through
the building from floor one
to ten to check on everyone
see what the others
have done
Sylvia looks fantastic in
her school gear, Karen will soon
be here and the day will really
begin – no work is the general cry –
that is what they did in 1976
we have to stick to the spirit
of their revolt that dismantled
apartheid and
bought freedom for all!
25 June 2009 - Department Arts and Culture
commemorates the 1976 school protests
against apartheid in South Africa.
poem by Margaret Alice
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The moment that justice must be paid for by the victim of injustice it becomes itself injustice.
quote by Benjamin Tucker
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Picking right side
Why do we keep silence
And keeping silence means
Giving a chance to injustice
Ruled over justice.
Picking the right side
between justice and injustice
Is moral and legal responsibilities
In the present time of global crisis.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Youth is blind
Youth is power; youth is vigour;
Youth is initiative; youth is revolutionary;
Youth is dedication; youth is freedom;
Youth is love; youth is passion.
Yes, because youth is blind
Out of them elders make winds
01.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Age considers, youth ventures
Age considers, youth ventures
Age visualizes, youth dreams
Age makes theories, youth experiments
Age loves, youth longs
Age sees people, youth sees places
Age knows belongings, youth discovers them
Age pains to gain, youth gains to others' pain
Age has heart, youth has mind
Age is thoughtful, youth is tactful
Age ponders, youth wonders
Age recounts, youth counts
Age is experienced, youth is in experience
Age is cautious, youth dashes
Age floats, youth swims
Age lives, youth still making a living
Age is in touch with termination, youth with determination
Age is confident, youth is competent
Age adds years to living, youth adds life to living
Age is lost in past, youth is drowned in future
Age is grown, youth is crown
Ageless is youth, youthless is age
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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War on Injustice
You think you slick,
you think you slippery,
yet we going to get you.
No matter where you from
no matter where you hide:
behind the collar,
behind the stripes,
behind the color,
we going to fight you.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.
Your skin can't trick me.
Your speech can't fool me.
And your bars can't hold me.
If you are white,
if you are black,
brown or yellow
just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.
If you a baby killer,
a woman beater,
ethnic cleanser,
or a Jew hater:
we are going to fight you:
with pens,
with fasting,
with prayers,
We are going to fight you:
with love,
with the body and the blood.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.
We are not going to sit at the corner
while you take us to the coroner:
we keep the land,
we keep the peace,
we keep Jerusalem,
we keep the temples.
Just so you know,
Injustice,
this is war.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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A GOOD LAWYER'S Creed
A GOOD LAWYER'S CREED
mELVIN bANGGOLLAY
L-itigate cases to promote justice
A-dminister defense against injustice
W-ork with prudence in all quest
Y-earn to protect client rights at best
E-xercise due process in litigating cases
R-espect the rule of law in every contest
S-hould not use his/her wit to circumvent.
C-oncede if truth and justice prevailed
R-e file or appeal if injustice had been raid
E-xplain the legal facts for the client's sake
E-xcuse no one in the quest for justice
D-eliver his/her services at a reasonable fees.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Young Traitor
Gran said
you can come with us
to the fair
Janice said
Provided your mum agrees
of course but Gran's
already asked your mum
so it's all right
you stood outside
the school gates
waiting for your mother
to come and pick you up
and so you said
Oh right that'll be good
but you didn't want Helen
to know you were going
to the fair with Janice
and even though
you hadn't planned it
or asked for it
you still felt guilty
about going
with Janice to the fair
and when Helen
came out of school
and stood waiting
next to you
for her mother
you hoped Janice
wouldn't say
anything about it
but Janice just stood there
smiling looking at Helen
as if to say he's going with me
to the fair and you're not
and Helen gazed at Janice
at the same time
putting her hand
near yours
and you could feel
her hand brush
against yours
and then she turned
and looked at you
through her
thick lens glasses
her eyes searching you
like a navigator
looking for a fresh route
to a new world
and Janice moved closer
on your other side
her hand seeking out
a finger to hold
and she said
Look here comes Gran
and she released
your finger and ran
and you stood with Helen
waiting
knowing her hand
was warm and feeling yours
and hoping she couldn't
read minds
or thoughts
or know about the fair
and she said suddenly
giving your hand a squeeze
Here's your mum and mine
let's go meet them
and off you ran
following behind
feeling a sense of betrayal
being a traitor to Helen
in your 7 year old mind.
poem by Terry Collett
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Bronwyn
A stern ageing woman is Bronwyn her dyed blond hair caged up in a bun
I can't say that i know her husband but life for him can't be much fun
For she is quite opinionated and she likes to have her own way
And no doubt in affairs of the household that she would have the final say
If her marriage ever does founder she won't find herself in demand
Since to others she is not respectful though respect for herself she command
But her husband is one worth admiring in an unequal partnership he has hung in there
For thirty years he has lived with a dominant woman men like him have always been rare
But then suppose not all males are macho as not all females are gentle and nice
And Bronwyn's husband he must give way to her or leave her is his other choice,
Bronwyn she is one in her mid fifties self confident and rather proud
The President of the ladies golf club she likes to stand out in the crowd
'Tis said she has her husband well trained he does not drink alcohol or tobacco smoke
For thirty years he has been loyal to her he must be a very nice bloke.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Justice is Just This
What is justice?
This unapparent fairness
Supposed to combine rather than divide
Just a word that likes to hide
This unapparent fairness
What is justice?
Justice, is between you and if you are righteous
And you might just be righteous,
But you don’t have the intelligence of the truths of real justice.
Justice, is merely impossible because we have created injustice.
And just this.
It may be a tongue twister to read
But justice is a twist of the tongue indeed
A twist of the lung, you can’t breathe
A twist of the fun, full of hypocrisy and greed
A fake term misused, abused of its creed
Our mouths say justice, but injustice is what we really speak
And just this.
What is justice?
This unapparent fairness
Supposed to combine rather than divide
Just a word that likes to hide
This unapparent fairness
What is justice?
Just a word, and just this.
Check the performance by Aadil Malik by searching 'Justice is Just This Aadil Malik' on YouTube.
poem by Aadil Malik
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Youth Criminal Injustice Act Aug 6th,2012
Youth Criminal Injustice Act Aug 6th,2012
By
James Bredin
The Youth Criminal Justice Act is just one of the reasons why,
The gang-bang guys can shoot their many guns and let people die,
Because their names can't be published and we don't know who they are,
But we know they live in the projects; don't work and act bizarre.
We can't have a public enquiry just because of the gangs
It might be prejudiced they say, in a land where no one hangs,
No social changes allowed despite the public concern,
So, have we already reached the point of no return?
Pompous politically correct activist politicians,
Are very silent, as we have to tolerate these conditions,
While the Parole Board allows more murderers to walk free,
Without binding referendums and no feedback, we're just trainees.
Aug 6th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Injustice is censured because the censures are afraid of suffering, and not from any fear which they have of doing injustice.
Wonderful India
India is a wonderful nation,
Here Indians are insulted
But foreigners are respected,
Here Hindus are snubbed,
But minorities are nurtured.
Here patriots are offended,
But terrorists are flattered.
Here natives are hounded,
But intruders are welcomed.
Here honest are defeated,
But corrupt rule the nation.
Here merit is mocked,
But UN-meritorious gets quotas.
Here disciplined get intimidated,
But rogues roam fearlessly.
Here SRKs are above law,
But saints are booked.
Here justice is injustice,
And injustice is justice.
Here stone dargahas get cozy chaders,
But living souls roam naked in streets.
Here Sufi baba, pester, imams get trillions,
But aged parents die penniless.
Here secularism is communal-ism,
But communal-ism is secularism.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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1976
Hey ...
Ohhhh ...
Oh, happy birthday america.
Lord knows you aint no sweet sixteen.
But, we love you cause youre beautiful america.
We still beleive in the american dream.
We better all keep remembering this land now.
This land full of people been gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
God put man on this planet.
But man forgot that he was heaven sent.
Man takes the planet for granted.
I thought american people would a had more sense.
We better keep all remembering this land now.
This land full of people bent on gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
Hey ...
We better keep all remembering this land now.
This land full of people bent on gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Never Die
Hands on a window pane
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and French braids
Inspired to question
What makes us grown-ups anyway?
Let's search for the moment
When youth betrayed itself to age
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
In searching for substance
We're clouded by struggle's haze
Remember the meaning
Of playing out in the rain
We swim in the fountain
Of youth's timeless maze
If you drink the water
Your youth will never fade
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
Never Die
Never Die
I won't let go of that youthful soul
Despite body and mind my youth will never die
I won't let go of that youthful soul
Despite body and mind my youth will never die
[Guitar Break]
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
song performed by by Creed from Human Clay
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On the Innate Drive For What is Right
As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds.
Repression, red from irritation,
Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of
Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the
Dictatorial blight thro' countless years -
Wreaked its retribution:
Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace
Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the
Terror in their tears.
And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta:
Flesh fought fanatical minds -
Bullets welcomed into open hands
And blessed with yearnings for morality:
Chiselled man-toys of death and mutilation
Couldn't repel the might of freedom
Surging at the bright horizon.
Crepuscular rays of purpose, body,
Flooded pandemonium with
Overwhelming clarity, direction -
Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the
Light channelled out a vision,
Intensifying focus on tomorrow -
Deepen their stride
As they home in to
What is theirs,
Rightfully theirs!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Double Standard I
Double Standard I
As an alternative to poor matrimony
man can in leaisure live, prefer polygamy,
still pleasure sweet may give through reciprocity, -
He deserves to win...
Should e’er in secrecy some white your wife commend
Forswear intimacy! Shun, fright, Sir, strife to send,
for her disloyalty indicts her, life condemned, -
She swerves to sin!
24 March 1976 robi3_0111_robi3_0000
Double Standard II
The adage: ‘two is company’
applies to you but not to me.
Law? What I bade, not what I do, -
for that, my maid, applies to you !
24 March 1976 robi3_1372_robi3_0000
poem by Jonathan Robin
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You and Jackson Pollock.
How's the girl
with the red beret?
your sister asked
she'd seen you
and Janice
and her gran
on the way home
from school
she probably walking
with her friend
following behind
and Janice said
I made a picture today
out of cut up
pieces of paper
and the teacher said
it was the best
she'd seen
her gran said
Now now Janice
mustn't boast
I expect
there were other pictures
equally as good
But teacher said it
not me
Janice replied
Did you make a picture?
her gran asked you
her eyes falling on you
and taking in
your look
like a rabbit caught
in headlamps of a car
in the night
Yes
you said
I made a picture
of a morning sunset
out of red and yellow
and green for the grass
and blue for the sky
Janice smiled
and touched your hand
surreptitiously
her small hand
feeling along
your skin
Did you make it
out of cut up
pieces of paper too?
her gran asked
you sensed Janice's fingers
squeezing into your hand
No
you replied
I did it with water colour paints
and what did teacher say?
her gran asked
she said it reminded her
of a Jackson Pollock
whoever he is
you said
looking at Janice's red beret
and her hair
coming from beneath
so wonderfully
unlike your
short back and sides
and unlike her hair
with its red coloured
hair slides.
poem by Terry Collett
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