Apartheid Glorified
Quota Oh quota,
Worst than pota,
Racism strengthened and legalized,
Apartheid glorified and constitutionalized.
Islamic quota, Christian quota,
Harijan quota, tribal quota,
Backward quota, handicapped quota,
Regional quota, linguistic quota.
Quota madness welcomed,
Divisive forces institutionalized,
Ah poor meritorious soul! If this be so,
No end or balm for this woe,
No peace for bright wood,
No cure for thy mood.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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When running to fill a time quota, however, the reverse happens. You can't make that time pass any faster by rushing, so you settle into a pace that feels right to you at the moment. Each minute above a quota is a little victory.
quote by Joe Henderson
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It is time for Congress to provide relief for tobacco farmers. Since the 1930's tobacco production has been regulated by a quota system, which required farmers to purchase quota in order to grow tobacco.
quote by Allen Boyd
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The Fruits You Eat
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Spoke In Coka Mode
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defect is a blessing
One son, handicapped,
Got a post, on quota.
The other, a wholesome,
Reeled through out.
I wish I had both as handicapped.
13.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pollutate
What if God stopped caring after a certain point,
A certain
Quota?
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Long Live Apartheid
I was feeling sad and red,
I didn’t know, which way, nation was going.
There were quotas all around,
Communal, caste, gender, language, regional and physical,
And what not, do not know.
Quota in the air, quota in the sky,
Quota in the ground,
Quotas everywhere.
We are here as in a caste republic,
Swept with the farce of equality and secularism,
Where racism is the grating roar,
Bring the eternal note of discrimination.
Alas! There was no peace,
No help for needy poor, dying farmers,
Braving soldiers and wailing widows,
Where racial leaders loot day, in and day out.
Looking high and low, reservation every where,
Merit was trampled underneath the boots,
It was wailing in the brutal world,
Humanity and merit was burning.
It was not a wild fire,
It was the fire of innocence,
Youth, merit and justice,
And knaves were counting their votes.
They were not the brokers of social justice,
They were not the paid ponies of secularism,
But it was the truth burning for justice,
It was the merit crying for honor.
The knaves were dancing on their pyre,
Waiting for another pray, to be burnt alive,
They were cruel masters and have no pain,
Butchers were shining the dagger to stab merit.
They died for justice, vultures live for injustice,
They died for merit, they live for destruction,
They died for truth, they live for farce,
They died for the nation, they live for decay.
Remember it was not a simple fire,
The hot blaze will burn the knaves,
One day the butchers will get the message,
Or else, as in the past, nation will be devoured by slavery,
Ah God we shall be true to our nation,
Long live constitution of India,
Long live our racial leaders,
Long live apartheid’
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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A quota is always something artificial that can only last for a certain period of time.
quote by Jacques Santer
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Neither the University of Michigan nor its law school uses a quota system.
quote by Adam Schiff
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It is said by the rebels at Roxbury that Col. Watson has given his quota to support the people.
quote by Peter Oliver
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And I always like to stress, it's not a quota, not a set-aside, it's not about race, it's about giving opportunities to demonstrate their abilities to do work with the Federal Government.
quote by Alphonso Jackson
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Quota
A bigger quota,
Applied,
Timeless,
Reforms;
But, strictly be adhere to it! !
And like the issues that concern the masses,
However, a native political landscape always needs peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Face rather than avoid
The more you try to avoid sufferings
The more you will suffer from trivial things,
Which will occupy that place to torture you,
With the quota of suffering yet to come.
Instead, face the sufferings and finish it.
17.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If giving points to some students to achieve greater diversity is a quota system in violation of the Constitution, how can the awarding of points to the children of a less diverse alumni be upheld?
quote by Adam Schiff
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My Tolerance Level
Once allowed I did,
The sitting to simmer...
In an acceptance of nonsense.
I believed in the doing of this...
I would be considered approachable.
And given much more respect.
With a diminishing of unneeded stress.
But the more of it I would get.
Today my tolerance level has a quota to make.
With an unmistakable 'zero' to achieve.
Fake platitudes and pretentions too,
Have no impressions on me to leave.
And nothing attempted by anyone will I let slip by.
Deleted from my peace are disguises tried.
My own corrupted ideals I had to let go.
Since my tolerance level is aimed to get to zero.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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041310f Getting Fresh Air
i went to fishing wharfs today
watching crabbers on the bay
police are monitoring them too
getting close to restricted zone
before they can fish all they want
time change soon will be warrants
dolphins didn't show nor osprey
sea lanes dotted with cargo ships
there's a heavy traffic on the bridge
helicopters hoovering for time quota
to satisfy their flight fee; oh! airborne
i got enough therapy, i'm going home
poem by Manonton Dalan
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There Is One Catch
To vent obscenities,
Seems today to be in vogue.
And just yesterday,
My expressed embitteredness...
Was misinterpreted as racist,
By those now venting...
With the same embitteredness!
But there is one catch.
They have authorized with validation,
Their reasons to be upset.
Because their lives have become affected.
Making what they do appear more inclusive.
And I somehow made my 'vocals' an ethnic 'thing'.
And please,
Keep your liberal stances to yourself.
Few of you are standing on inner city corners,
Being policed or fleeced to fill a quota.
There is nothing like the visions of honesty...
As seen and lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Comments, When I Read An Excellent Poem.
Verily a poem of this artly expressed talent
did knock me over...
I originally hail from Chicago, not Dover.
I know of art in it's raw, rarest form...
This written piece, rates of very high marks
well above the averaged norm.
I enjoy being of a high intellegenced quota...
Of all i have written or thoughtly-wrot'a.
My head may explode from routinely
patting myself onto my back...
Some would say i'm full'a myself,
I don't care-Poetry's my talented knack.
poem by Michael Gale
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Quid Pro Quo
PRETEXT
Patriots persevere to
purge the occupying force.
Partisans are betrayed by
pragmatists playing the odds.
Power fluctuates in a
populace fragmented by
plotting and paranoia.
QUOTA
Qualms shadow liberation.
Quorums are hastily fixed.
Quislings quake in forlorn queues.
Quagmires of questions mute them.
Quick justice is dealt in the
quest to salve shattered lives and
quell the acid pain of rage.
poem by Diane Hine
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How Great It Would Feel
I've never shared a luck with love.
I've had great responses from flings,
And one night stands...
When searching to be libido-ized.
Stripped to a guilt I got over with when naked.
And feeling quite primitive!
How great it would feel for me to be...
That one,
Flingless!
And free from cruising,
To satisfy a mental quota of smiles...
Flashing with hope and possibilities.
How great it would feel for me to be...
That one,
Flingless!
How great it would feel for me to be...
That lucky in love, again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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