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Air/Sea Battle

War planes fly in the air
Raining bullets and machine gun fire
from the sky
Warships sail the sea
Firing missiles from their guns
While from below

It's an air/sea battle
And everyone's involved
It's every individual for themselves
Whether they like it or not

Pilots, soldiers, marines, and generals
They know what's at stake
They know what they must do

The skies aren't friendly
The sea isn't any kinder
But to anyone involved
They could care less about their surroundings
They're just wanting to survive
Throughout the day
Throughout the night
During this air/sea battle

poem by Justin Gildow
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Battle Cup

Three miles off the coast of beirut
New jerseys guns get ready to shoot
Take a walk down the firing room
Fire one its shakedown cruise
Battle ship battle ship
See the sailor boys dressed in blue
Cheer the change to make the news
Send the shell down the spiral groove
Bombs away its a shakedown cruise yeah
Battle ship battle ship

song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Battle Ship

Three miles off the coast of Beirut
New Jersey's guns get ready to shoot
Take a walk down the firing room
Fire one it's shakedown cruise

Battle ship battle ship

See the sailor boys dressed in blue
Cheer the change to make the news
Send the shell down the spiral groove
Bombs away it's a shakedown cruise Yeah

Battle ship battle ship

song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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The Western

THOR draws a chord invisible
Across the shaking sky:
I hear the tearing of the shell,
The bullets sing and cry,
As, charging through the flames of hell,
The batteries go by.

The gunners laugh about the task,
That man to man has given:
Like Titans, now the guns unmask,
And fire the veils of heaven.
Above the cloud what lights are gleaming?
God's batteries are those,
Or souls of soldiers, homeward streaming
To banquet with their foes?
The floods of battle ebb and flow,
The soldiers to Valhalla go!

They say that, when the day awoke,
And the dying night was wan,
Harry of England rode the smoke,
And led the English van:
And bowmen in the battle-glare
Rose from the ghostly dew:
The clothyard sang upon the air,
And the grey goose-feather flew!
Harry of England is awake,
His archers mind not trench or stake !

And men have seen the Emperor,
The Eagle of the South:
God grant the bonds be loosed by Thor
That bind that marble mouth!
The silver roads of conquest lie
Fast frozen in his brow:
Would those imperious lips were free
To give their orders now!
The floods of battle ebb and flow,
The soldiers to Valhalla go!

Beyond the thunder of the guns,
Beyond the flaming line,
Far from this sky of echoing bronze,
The English valleys shine;
The gardens, moated in the wolds,
By wind and water kissed;
And dainty girls, that England folds
In sunshine and in mist.
The floods of battle ebb and flow,
The soldiers to Valhalla go!

The fighting men go charging past,
With the battle in their eyes,
The fighting men go reeling past,
Like gods in poor disguise:
And stumbling men, whom none will see,
No wife or mother more,
Winged with the wings of Victory,
And helmeted by Thor!

Above the cloud what lights are gleaming?
God's batteries are those,
Or souls of soldiers, homeward streaming
To banquet with their foes?

poem by Herbert Asquith
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Somewhere Near The Lomba River

The guns of enemy tanks are flashing
like bolts of thunder while I am glancing,
the night air is full of the smell of cordite
and luckily those shots are passing

while the armoured car draws to a sudden halt
for its gun to take aim and on my lips I taste salt
before the armour piercing shell is fired
and at a direct hit around me the crew exalt

before at speed we move on
and some more enemy Cuban soldiers are gone,
are burnt in the fiery hell
while my heart, my brain feels like stone.

An enemy shell strikes another armoured car
like a exploding flaming star
and I can smell torched human flesh,
while I wish to be away very far,

to be away from killing
and this chilling
kind of machination of machines and men
who at each other are firing

but to survive we battle on right through the night,
are still trying to find some more enemies in the broad daylight,
find two abounded stationary pristine enemy battle tanks
from which the enemy had run in fright.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Man And Machine

The horror of a mad dog
Is chilling my blood in my brains
The lights disappearing
The cloud getting pregnant with rain
Theres a rumor going round that
The master of darkness will come
They say hell come from the sky
And theres nothing we can do
Therell be no place to hide
Hes coming for me- hes coming for you!
Somewhere in time
Where creatures of the night never sleep
Lying and waiting, growing stronger
Planning our final defeat
They say hell come from the sky...
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Stake your claims if you want to survive
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Dont try to run if you dont want to die
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Stake your claims if you want to survive
Solo
Mean machine
Comes from the sky...

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Mean Machine

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Once Miramax gets involved, if they like your movie, there's a big machine that gets involved.

quote by Tom Wilkinson
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Of 'That' Because Of Them, Now and How!

You seem so calm, cool and collected!
Aren't you concerned?

'About what, why, whom and when? '

Of 'that' because of them, now and how!

'Wow!
No...
I am not.

I use to be upset about all of it.
And yet...
You seem to have all of it separated in categories.

I have never been that involved.
Not to dissect it to be inspected.
Unlike you,
I am blessed not to be that affected.

Wow!
You make me feel even more proud,
That I did not allow myself to get 'that' involved.

Where is your peace? '

Of what?
Pieces of anything I had to give up!

'Wow!
You make me feel even more proud,
That I did not allow myself to get 'that' involved.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pilots

Armoured cars sail the sky
Theyre pink at dawn
If I lived forever you just wouldnt be so beautiful
As the sun
When it shines
All over the world
Were pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
Were pilots watching the stars
Who do you think we are ?
Ice and clouds
Shimmer outside
Rain just falls
At magic hour
Its just the sound
Of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine

song performed by by Goldfrapp
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The Devil Dogs

Through grain fields with bayonets fixed,
from Belleau Woods the Germans came.
The sixth Marines in shallow pits
unleashed a deadly metal rain.

The French collapsed upon the left
Their flank exposed by craven fear
The Marines held fast when urged to flee:
'Retreat? , Hell we just got here.'

By June the sixth, it fell to them
to take a Hill to save the French.
A German company with machine guns
waited for them well entrenched.

With tactics from another war
Audacious yes, but not too clever
'Come on, you bastards' Dan Daly roared,
'Do you really want to live forever'

With casualties high, so many dead
The Marine Corps held the hill by night.
Counter attacks were fended off
some times with fists and K bar knife.

Now the cannon of both sides
rained steel where the combatants stood:
A once beautiful preserve of princes
was turned into a shattered wood.

Through mustard gas and cannon fire
The Marines advanced into the Wood.
Silenced machine guns and cut bared wire
Till the enemy fled, this time for good.

Before the flag at Iwo flew,
Before the Canal's jungle squalor
Marines were nicknamed 'Devil Dogs'
by the Germans who admired valor.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Normandy Landing

Off of the
landing craft
and running
into danger

Bullets flying
all around like
a hive of
angry bees

Fellow soldiers
falling all around

And medics running
all over taking
care of wounded

The shooting
of rifles
and the
barking of machine guns

Screaming
and yelling
all around you

Fear rising
in you like
a balloon
with every step

Not knowing
if the next
step will be
your last

Yet you
push onward
Through the sand
the barriers
and past
the bodies
of fallen comrades

Pushing yourself
to the limit
to survive
and stay alive

As General Sherman
said
'War is hell'

poem by Benjamin Hallas
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The Soldiers Return

(bell/clarke)
Slow the years go by
They stole your man off to war
Will you see the child
As you sing battle songs
And it pains me
To think of the soldiers plight
I will pray
For your heart to guide you home
And she cries for the soldiers return
Despair of feeling alone for so long
By the light of the candle that burns
For his life
For the day of the soldiers return
Hear the cannon fire
Lost voices echo in the night
See the spoils of war
Young men are falling, ooh
Hear the drummer marching oer the hill
Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still
And she cries...(chorus)
Hear the drummer marching oer the hill
Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still
And she cries...(chorus)
Young men are falling, young men are falling...

song performed by by Erasure
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The biggest mistakes, early on, involved foreign policy and involved the strategy for health care.

quote by Sidney Blumenthal
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Real Justice(song)

You should be tantric
There is no war in peace
Just buy it there is no lease
It's a gold fleece
With more value than any material
Wake up kid and have some cereal
We are divided like years
Living to promote our fears
Look into our mirrors
Get a good look
Cause it might be the last one you took

We've got problems
that no one wants to solve
get involved
Take out your claws
Let's fight
A battle that cannot be lost
A battle with no human cost
Let's fight the world
and ourselves for peace
We wouldn't need any police
We'd have real justice
Real Justice

Pick up your phone and make the right calls
How can we enjoy a trip to Niagara Falls
When there is no place to relax
Can't go anywhere without paying a tax
There is misrepresentation
All over this nation
No taxation without representation
History repeats itself
Take a look at the history book
On your bookshelf
For thyself
Recognize that we have accountability
For this loss of humility
which wasn't lost it just was never there
Look at this pair
Cheney and Bush
We need to give them a push
Off of the podium
Your media acts as a peridium
But it is really releasing poisonous spores
All over overseas shores
We put our hand in the cookie jar everyday
Sometimes its from someone else's
but somehow that is okay

poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Soldier's Reality

The drums of war beat in the distance,
A constant beat of gun shots.
The men and boys fighting.
Waiting for the war to end, to go back home.

They sit in the cover of the long grass,
Guns loaded, hearts pounding.
They wait for a signal, a sign,
To rise, run, and fire.

Till then they sit, watching, bullets passing by.
They watch people falling, their lives leaving.
Nothing matters to them except that they live,
That they get to see their family again.

Smoke hangs in the air,
A thick mist that reminds them that they're at war,
Keeping them in reality, keeping their eyes open.
The constant rhythm of guns against heart beats,
Both pounding, both screaming.

The black sky closing in on them,
Keeping them in the small battle that they can not escape,
They move back from the front line,
Move away from the fire, the death.

Some walk, some run, some cry, some pray,
But they all move on.
They all go back to camp, to wait for more death and pain.
For tomorrow.

The talking goes late into the night.
Men and women desperate for happiness,
They sit around guns in hand,
Ready for anything.

The shooting never stops, never leaves their minds,
Even in the depths of this black night,
Nothing ends except the next person's life,
Nothing is right, nothing is normal, nothing feels real,
But in truth and in the midst of everything so surreal,
This is the soldiers reality.

by: bethany M.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Cassinga

Just like spring when the blue sky is full of falling leaves,
there are three hundred and seventy parachutes that decent,
on a ominous day
with enemy AA-guns reporting
and the enemy are more
than a thousand and a half in number.

The barrels of the enemy AA-guns are lowered,
to break us
and the enemy tries to sow havoc
and to decimate us.

Enemy snipers are shooting from trees
and from everywhere
there are shots being fired,
that munches pieces from us

From behind ruins
we fire almost endlessly
at trenches where some enemy soldiers hide
and launch mortar bombs
all over the place,
while bullets are coming down like rain.

We return heavy fire
to the enemy at the AA-guns,
while other soldiers replace them
which keeps the battle hanging in balance

Shot after shot are being fired
and the smell of death
is strong in the air
and there’s nowhere
for the enemy to escape to.

The last resistance disappears
and there’s apparent peace
and dead enemies everywhere
and some of the bats,
get into pumas
and the rest of us wait
with nowhere to go.

The border is too far to walk
and there’s nothing to drive away with,
when Cuban tanks and armoured cars
find us there.
.
With RPG-7 iron fists
four tanks are destroyed
and a landmine stops another tank in its tracks,
but only paratroops against oncoming armour
are canon feed
and nothing diminishes the danger
of a Cuban mechanized battalion.

Till two Mirages destroys ten armoured cars
and everywhere there’s smoke and dust
and a Buccaneer comes from the sun,
to let moments turn into eternity.

Time after time
it flashes by and fires its rockets
at the oncoming tanks
and with no ammo left,
dives fearlessly over shooting AA-guns
to make the tanks take cover.

It’s very ruff going
but the last pumas land
in a clouds of dust,
to evacuate us
while enemy tanks keep firing.

I try and hold the rearguard with a LMG
before the shot out ruins fades away from me
and we leave forty living enemies behind
and all of us are safely gone,
but for four brave men
whose lives are spent.

[References: AA-guns=> Anti aircraft guns. Bats=>Parabats=>Airbourne soldiers. RPG-7 iron fists=> Rocket propelled grenade launchers=> Bazookas. Mirages=> Mirage fighter jets. Buccaneer=> Buccaneer ground support bomber. Pumas=> Puma helicopters. LMG=> Light machinegun.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Love at first sight

Love at first sight: the soul is involved.
Love at second sight: the body is involved.
Love in subsequent sights: the heart is involved,
Love in a number of sights: the brain is involved.

The last one is commercial
1402.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Raining Again

I never even stopped to dream and
That Id see anything and
The world is coming out so cold
Oh, and it's raining again
Light on your car light, bullets on tin
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in
Nothing here but nothing less
Cold heart is stuck in this
Couldn't say the kindest words we knew
Everything I tried to say but
no one listens anyway
I had to give up all that I knew
Oh, and it's raining again
Light on your car light, bullets on tin
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in
Oh, and it's raining
Raining again
Oh, and it's raining
Raining again
Nothing here but nothing less
Everything we both regret
Couldn't say the kindest words we knew
Cause it was winter time and
We wanted some more time and
We watched the girls try something knew
We didn't even stopped to see that
That It was breaking me and
the world is coming out so cold
What you want you couldn't get, you
Couldn't wait for something less, you
had to give up everything you knew
Oh, and it's raining again
Light on your car light, bullets on tin
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in
[2x]
Sadness like water raining down
Raining down, raining down, raining down
[5x]
Oh, and it's raining
Raining again
Oh, and it's raining
Raining again

song performed by by Moby
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Confession

I have a negative freedom,
Isolating and weakening me very much.
I got hurt many times,
But the most important wounds
Were at my heel and my soul.
I broke my collar-bone of soul
In wrestling with my love for life
And I feel my heel like Achilles, when
I think of my freedom.
Maybe some gigantic forces are beyond my control.
Today, because of my old injuries,
I can’t go on with my life.
I was told that my soul was mildly sprained,
But the soul injury was much more serious than I was told.
So, I’m abandoned, living with my pain.
I'm a modern person, being so well rooted
In the complexity of social forces.
My speech is always passively
And, without some form of universal care,
I’ll never be able to go on this way.
I need to survive this battle,
My own battle.
My world has collapsed.
Do I really need freedom? Don't make me laugh.
Although, I began to think of my positive freedom
And the self-determination it entails.
I’m anchored in what I am
Because of my right heel
And my left wing of soul.
They doesn’t let me hope.
I spend my time doing whatever I have to do to survive.
I pray for something real to come and save me.
Outside of that, I’m stuck where I am.
Does anyone know a reputable job,
Where I can make some money?
It was raining last night and I had
An amazing dream.
I was running in a new kind of life.
God, I miss that so much.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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They Gave Us A War That Nobody Wanted

They gave us a war that nobody wanted
The warnings unheard or simply discounted
The men of the Pentagon surely undaunted
Gave us a war that nobody wanted

II

The weapoms of war are tested and counted
Military hardware displayed and dismounted
Allies ignored and the enemy taunted
They gave us a war that nobody wanted

III

Divisions of men and weaponry flaunted
Ships tanks and planes in quantity granted
By death and destruction civilians are haunted
They gave us a war that nobody wanted

Prime ministers presidents and generals have ranted
Television pictures and news are being slanted
Voices are raised and slogans are chanted
They gave us a war that nobody wanted

High powered weapoms and missiles are vaunted
The guns have been fired and the bombs have been planted
All shall be well when the foe is surmounted
They gave us a war that nobody wanted

When the conflict is over and the story recounted
We'll forget the destruction and horror implanted
But remember the soldiers and statesman enchanted
By this terrible war that nobody wanted

poem by Patrick O'Donnell
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