Catastrophic Images Of 1945
CATASTROPHIC IMAGES OF 1945
6 And 9 August of 1945
Catastrophic images are still alive
By the sheer drive human could survive
Forget, forgive and strive to thrive
Sporting spirit contrive to revive
Even at a time of turmoil dream hive
Pilot of the US Air Force
Dropped a 16-kiloton
Uranium fission bomb
In a flash of light
All hell broke loose
The eyes of young girls
Watching the parachute melted
And their faces became bloated blisters
Temperatures rose to 4000 degrees
Melting iron and vaporizing human bodies
Three days later
‘Fat Man’ was dropped
One million dead-buried alive
A great moment of history
But not in any way a victory
An irrational act of semen drop
Destroyed there Almighty’s crop
Americans utter in frenzy
Bombing was a necessary in a war
How the mighty and wise were far
From human feeling and guiding star
Historical accounts reveal
And unfold myriad sufferings reel
Even stony heart expresses wail
Where cultured seems utterly fail
The horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Do not seem to have taught
The world’s political and military
Elite any lessons
These two days be commemorated
As the days of peace
Let the terror never allow revisit
The images sum up the brutality of man
Who has made the earth of two cities hot pan
How can citizens of the world
Believe in the hollow pursuit
Of establishing peace
By killing people
With the display of the latest
Weapons to promote sales
To feed their deadly pride
(Dr. Shujaat Hussain is an Indian prolific book reviewer, prominent poet and celebrated literary critic resides at 4/771, Friends Colony, Aligarh – 202 002 (U.P.)
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Indian Poets
Look before and beyond
Twin Towers
Weary webs waste vision
Work on mission.
Much blood has blown
Under the bridge of peace
Human bones are its pillars
Constructed by the body
It leads between hell and heaven
Poets will write a verse
On the architect of it
Wow with their rhyme and wit.
Unforgettable 1947
Guru Ram and Rahim
Moved in heaven
As their followers
Chopped into pieces
Scattered across borders
For the vultures to prick its beak
And wild animals to tear
1n 1857
Ten million Indians
Were killed by the ruffians
And tens of thousands were
Strung from trees
On highway and
Village squares-
With the bodies left
To rot and
Stern action threatened
Against any attempt
To take them down
For cremation or burial.
Does it provoke to write an elegy?
The massacre at Jallianwala Bagh
And aerial bombing
And strafing of cities
Our heart does not ache
Where is wail?
Over five million Jews were killed
Between 1939 and 43
As sheep and goats are slaughtered
Historians mind jolted
No more poetry by the poets
Let us crease conscience
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Ruins and bruises
In the pages of history
Why do you forget or
Think a mystery?
Innocent men and women
Children and the old
Patients and frail
Are killed in Iraq
And Philistine
They are also
Of blood and flesh
Body and soul
Creatures of Almighty.
Is your pen paralyzed
Or lie in wait for accolades?
No wail, sighs, tears
Or cries – your pen bears
What has blindfold
Your vision
Unclear reason!
Has the prejudiced pen
Lost its thunder and lightening spirit?
Oh bravo of bravos!
Architect of the soul
Like to be called
Saints, seers and sages
Redeemer of gloom
Messiah of Love and Peace!
Stir up your conscience of your pen
Or will it sink in tears?
No distinction of caste
Or religion
Barrier of language or region
Never fear of demon
Is it Herculean task
In judging the culprit
To condemn in true spirit?
Money and mansions are meager
Spirit, character, conduct,
And humanistic wisdom is caliber.
Indian poets will rise
To the majestic heights
Spread cosmic lights
With their dazzling
Prophetic words
To give up canons
And swords! ! !
Poet’s pen tells the truth
Praises glory of God
His ink cultivates congenial culture
For His creatures to collocate
His words spread fair feelings
And verses cure sufferings
Dr. Shujaat Hussain
4/771, Friends Colony
Aligarh – 202 002 (U.P.)
India
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The Holocaust Song (August 6th, '45.)
8-15 Tuesday morning
a burning flash dissolved the skies,
death reigned without warning...
August 6th, '45.
In a lightning crash of frozen moment,
thousands were incinerated and scourged alive;
firewinds flayed through paper houses...
August 6th, '45.
People cauterized to the melting earth,
their scalding blood, their flesh that fried:
they were the lucky ones...
August 6th, '45.
Who put the horror in Hiroshima?
Who wrote shock on the human eye?
Who etched terror onto mankind's future
that August 6th, '45?
Across the warscape of that flattened city
women stumbled too numb to cry,
their skin pulped with boiling blisters...
August 6th, '45.
Lines of shuffling, staring figures
too stunned and sick to wonder why,
their faces shocked but past all panic...
August 6th, '45.
People peeled like red bananas,
those people lived but quickly died;
skin that hung like paper streamers...
August 6th, '45.
Who put the horror in Hiroshima?
Who permitted genocide?
Who sanctioned that mad disaster
on August 6th, '45.
Lurching beings like lifeless corpses
silhouette an ashen sky;
they wandered, abject, without purpose...
August 6th, '45.
Whose pride murdered Nagasaki?
Whose decision prepared the lies?
Were they doomed or just unlucky
that August day, '45?
Escape's denied to all survivors,
cancers haunt them till the day they die.
And their heirs will curse the craven authors
of August 6th, '45.
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Irony Of Peace
IRONY OF PEACE
Seer says ‘arms dealer’
May not be healer
Adjudged innocent killer
Maker of metal detector
Bombs disposal kits
Scanning X-ray machine
Close circuit TV
Will lose business of billions
If explosion cease
People will nourish
Melody of nightingale
Rosy fragrance
Refreshing cool breeze
Made of clay
Intellect display
Exporter of arms
How shrewd, talk of balms
Never peace be in their vision
Dollars and pounds are reason
Create chaos, reap season.
When a man establishes peace within his heart
He would have a treaty of peace for global chart.
All evils in the mind appear on the face
Are the stigmas the people can easily trace.
Vultures keep their eyes on orders
Saints and sages of disorders
Preach kick-back and commissions
Far away from human compassions
Sighs, tears, blood, toll and death
Are their sources of wealth.
Follow strategies to uproot peace
And give services of lips to please.
Would that global leaders
Understand their heinous
Crime, cruelty and poisonous
Traits and work for integrity
Nation’s sovereignty
Inspire nationalism
Propagate humanism
With their charismatic power
God be pleased, bounties shower! ! !
Dr.Shujaat Hussain
4/771, Friends Colony
Aligarh-202 002 (U.P.)
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A Wise One We Need
In a World where many see human life as cheap
The mothers of the war dead for their dead offsprings weep
Car and suicide bombers and bombs dropped from the sky
The victims of war by the hour multiply.
Though wars of the past with sadness we may recall
From the lessons of war we've not learned at all
We still give power to those who see war as okay
Who sends the troops to battle in Lands far away.
The latest declared war was based on a lie
How many more people in war zones must die?
The price of every war victory and war memorial parade
In human blood and loss of human life paid.
Due to Religion and Culture and National Pride
In terrorism and war far too many have died
We give power to idiots a wise one we need
A wise one to war us never would lead.
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Black Rain: From Hiroshima To Nagasaki
We dropped the Bomb
though we apologized.
Said we’re sorry
in solid cold cash.
Couldn’t do better
radiant improvised.
Skin-graft surgery.
Medical emergency aid.
Is ground funded in cash.
Memory dedication burns
racial inflamed scorch scar.
Black ash devastation falls
assassinated civil public facts.
Japanese superb marshal arts
somatic sate skilled disciples.
Mystic mind merge mystify.
Discipline defensive army warriors
can’t demoralize kamikaze deny.
Black belt grade girths
achieved attainment ties.
To confront such expertise.
Still technologists terrifies.
You can manpower marshal
but cannot defensively defeat.
Even simple sifted atoms
which compose forfeit feet.
When atoms shattered split
winds shall suffuse blow.
On howling burning heat.
Shock wave will atomize melt
mash reinforced concrete.
Know we dropped A bomb
all past pristine history now?
Predominant today weren’t
awakened alive witness;
too see you take that bow.
Shame all shame encircle;
tremble shamed in defeat.
Values alter change fuse;
within tremendous heat.
Shame aroma smacks in air
aftermath stench salting burnt;
charred human pork meat.
Yet won’t feed radiant few.
Burnt beyond recognition;
embroiled in nuclear stew.
Reel foul hooked x-ray life.
Salve immune sago cells;
release pain porous life.
Black Rain ash rotten fell
cross ashen horizon’s ruin.
Split Flash instantly
vaporize every brain.
Leave agonized mained
survivors. Blind insane.
Bring sun descendent glory
golden sun emperor down.
Bring sun ascendent glory
nuke we shall do induce upon.
Japanese royal imperial crown.
There is no place to civilians go;
no place civilians; to safely run.
Today if proud city shall see
rise birth; of two flaming suns?
Modern math creation shall burn
scorch; innocent shelter earth.
History culture in shock seconds
rent vaporize; regenerative birth.
60% flash flame burns 30% fallen
debris dead. Still we have only.
Just extermination begun. ‘Little Boy’.
‘Fat Man’. Mere three days later.
Rise another Los Alamos sun. Burns.
Radiation sickness. It will cell tear.
Entire archaic governments apart.
Until military men are propped up.
With illusion of mighty atomic heart.
Unbombed cities saved pristine intact.
Reserved for accurate assessment
Army Air Force Agreed no kamikaze;
to leave cities Hiroshima Nagasaki
off nightly bombing raids target list.
J. Robert Oppenheimer
‘I am the destroyer of worlds’
at Target Committee at Los Alamos;
recommended large urban targets.
Blast Fall freed Black Rains
unleashed howling demons.
Escalation of repetitive nightmare;
froze innards civilian city organs.
Republic reap... thermonuclear weapons.
Amassed never to perpetrate.
Potential nuclear winter;
chills fuse dark fusion fate.
Escheat heritage flash feint;
disintegrates in abstained debate.
Growth opportunities lost;
in resource miscarried aggregate.
Political clouds previously;
obscured target judgement.
Sorry. For the Black Rains.
Remember scientific intent.
Several Japanese cities left
deliberately untouched;
by American predator night
bombing. Allowing a pristine
city control environment;
to measure scientific damage
caused by experimental;
terror weapon atomic bomb.
We dropped A bomb;
woe we occupation apologized.
Said we’re appeasement sorry;
salve solid cold clinical cash.
Couldn’t care cope do better?
Impoverished. Skin-graft surgery.
Miser misappropriated medical aid.
Immersed grounded funded cash.
America super power new world order.
Miser test observations memory burns;
racial rabid nuclear flu; graft scar.
American weapon of unleashed; mass
destruction; echo intimidates.
Radio Report Radio Tokyo
August 8 1945 described;
destruction observed in Hiroshima;
'Practically all living things,
human and animal, were literally seared to death, '
Hiroshima primary target;
first nuclear bombing mission;
August 6 1945; B-29 Enola Gay
to bomb city; B-29 The Great Artiste
carried what instrumentation?
Historic photography aircraft;
recording weapon deployment;
resulting mushroom cloud
explosion; B-29 Necessary Evil?
Sorry. For the Black Rains.
“The atomic bomb
was more than a weapon
of terrible destruction;
it was a psychological weapon. ”
Former U.S. Secretary of War,
Henry L. Stimson 1947. (Final definitive score?)
What was judgement in heaven?
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Survival By Choice
i guess survival
is a choice too
insider trade off
planned elite survival
has been prepared
for new world order
even back in 1945
Berlin had massive
underground shelters
underground cities
built for survival
started big time late
1940s d.u.m.b
deep underground
military base
technology for survival
cities started big time
during cold war classified
period 3.5 miles deep enough
to survive oncoming polar shift
continental plate movement
dumb built
three to four
miles deep
preparation selected
elite human race
will new world survive
while elite
underground
slum it
i hope
to bask
in glory
of heaven
tour suburbs
paradise
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The desired one is not desired.
Those days’ actresses whose images once
Captivated you, will fail to do now.
The frame in the brain holding those images
Had changed to hold the images of new ones.’.
25.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dream Is Still Alive
Not so long ago we were so in phase
You and I could never forget the days
But then the fire seemed to flicker
Cold wind came and it carried us away
But well get back someday, baby
The dream is still alive
Look here in my eyes
Can you see what Im feeling?
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is still alive
Not so long ago in a purple haze
People dreamed out loud they were not afraid
They stopped the war but not the dying
Some got a little bit lost along the way
But somehow were here today
And we say
The dream is still alive
After all this time
The flame keeps on burning
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is, the dream is still alive
Oh yeah..
The dream is still alive
Look here in my eyes
Can you see what Im feeling
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
For all the times we tried
The dream is still alive
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sonnet: Whither Love Of Fellowmen?
The world is vast and yet has become small;
Our travel-time has dropped so markedly;
Tele-communication’s boon to all;
We tend to do both good and things deadly.
The world has shrunk and so have human hearts!
Their minds are selfish; Ego rules their acts;
Diseased is heart, mind, soul and body-parts;
Each human face is masked; disguised are facts.
Great things that Science affords are used to kill;
Destroyed are things in minutes, hours and days;
None care about the bill or effects ill;
In the same coin, his brethren, man repays.
Disaster threatens humankind and earth,
True love of fellowmen remains a dearth.
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Hymn For a Lasting Peace
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
Let nation not fight nation,
Let race not conquer race,
Let the strong not commit invasion,
Let all men share Earth's grace.
Ban aggression of any kind,
Ban all arms production,
Ban man's violence against mankind,
Ban all forms of destruction.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
To save the snow capped mountains,
To save the depths of the seas,
To save the springs and fountains,
To save the birds and the bees;
That farms and forests flourish,
That rivers and streams flow pure,
That fields give life and nourish,
That Earth's great seasons endure.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That man may walk upon Earth,
That he will find an open door,
That there be the rights of birth,
That man destroys not, be the law;
That each to his faith can hold,
That homes and gardens are safe,
That not a child dies in the cold,
That not a child is a hungry waif.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That Human Rights be for all men,
That every injustice should cease,
That Human Rights protects all men,
That all men can find perfect peace;
That there be but one brotherhood,
That the land, sea and sky be free,
That progress be for the common good,
That peace everlasting will be.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
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Flouting UN Security Council Resolutions?
Our United Nations
its case mission global
to achieve world peace;
so stock take
how many days
of world peace;
has the United Nations
actually achieved since
end of World War Two?
United Nations
Prestigious World Peace;
batting average?
Answer officially
a total of 26 days
of world peace;
since those mass
annihilation days
back in 1945 wars.
Batting total of 26 days
in ticking war torn 66 years;
wars blaze slays pays.
In realistic some ways
peace days; none always;
some war fought forms
of profit wars,
exist at all times;
in some places.
United Nations
peace mandate
success rating sucks!
Who is responsible?
Responsible for globally
perceived as general
flouting of United Nations
Security Council resolutions?
As our esteemed world’s
solution supposed
pre-eminent
peace-keeping body?
What’s up?
Where is de problem?
Where solutions?
Iraq agreed to UN searches.
Weapons of mass destruction
were US Bush administration;
fabricated sold news wholesale
justification for invading Iraq!
Saddam never possessed WMD’s
in close to huge stockpiles
never found never existed
coalition forces used WMD’s!
A single combat ready
stalking American aircraft
carrier is a supreme fleet
strike mother load
weapons platform
of mass destruction!
Flashpoint Afghanistan
October 2001 U.S. gunships
machine-gunned cannoned
target remote farming village
Chowkar-Karez collateral
damage killing an estimated
93 civilians over successive days
a Pentagon official was moved
to respond we quote “the people
there are dead because we wanted
them dead”. U.S. Defense Secretary
humanitarian not Donald Rumsfeld
briefly commented “I cannot deal
with that particular village”.
Thus we scan rare cop out guide
on the World’s only Superpower;
to learn the first man to speak out
speaks of other powers, hints hidden
powers, supernatural forces, yes
it is true, there are dark forces
afoot in the world; which do not
want peace, which do not want
order in the Middle East, international
super-national Illuminati agendas.
Complete original version of the splitting images ‘United Nations Mission World Peace’, ‘Locating Weapons Of Mass Destruction’ and ‘Afgani Chowkar-Karez Collateral Damage’.
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The Victory Day
The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to know and remember the facts:
almost 58 million of men were lost.
Wasn’t it the highest cost?
62 countries out of 73
fought against fascist regime
in one international team.
More than 80% of the Earth population
were involved in military operation,
covering the territories of 40 countries,
bringing only grief, hunger, sufferings and worries.
I looked at the pictures of those young guys,
those heroes of the Second World War
and tried to realize who they were before.
It’s difficult to guess but I would like to suggest:
among them was someone’s son
who had never seen a gun,
someone’s first student or a teacher,
someone’s darling, friend or a preacher.
They had laid down in the fields of fights
struggling for freedom and human rights.
They had given their lives for you and me,
for everyone to be free and live happily,
for the grass to be green,
for the sky to be blue and clean.
Someone in ancient times once said:
“If you want peace be ready for the war.”
These words are not for today.
Yes, we shout “Hurray! ”
But if we want peace
we have to do everything for love to increase
But not use military force
which is only the source of sufferings and the losses
with so many costs.
Yes, we celebrate this day and shout “Hurray”, say “Cheers”
wishing everyone live in lasting peace,
not to know a war decease.
We remember the most impressive celebration
when two nations: American and Russian soldiers
met on the banks of the Elbe and could finally see
the end of that horrible war.
With admiration and joyfully they embraced one another
as if they were old friends or even brothers.
So, today, on the 8th of May I would like to say:
Peoples of our planet Earth!
Remember! We are the part of the whole Universe.
Take care of our Land!
Everyone has to understand:
if you want peace
You have to do everything for love to increase.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Lemmings Into The Sea
How to watch an atomic blast?
From 200 miles away, hands over closed eyes.
Even then, light is so intense
you see all the bones in your hand.
Within miles of epicenter, everything vaporizes.
You are ash in atomized flash.
Lucky you, slowly drifting to radiated earth
radioactive fallout - atomized out of it now.
Winds over 500 miles an hour
hurl buildings bodies through air.
Those in shelters are pressure-cooked
by giant incinerating fire storms.
Bacteria, from millions of unburied dead,
produce all manner of admirable epidemics.
Your immune system - ruined by radiation
you are at merciless mercy of horrific plagues.
The luckless living envy the ashen dead.
Much as dedicated doctors
would like to help
you in this, your hour of agony,
they will not be alive.
City, health workers, medical supplies,
do not exist! Only
molten memories of a bygone time.
Forget it all, speak of neutered now
in safe terminology of science,
United Nations comfort us now.
Ostrich head in sand man
I see only apocalyptic apathy,
in your ironic terms now.
Ours is an unprecedented age
we witness surgical agony of birth,
on a tightrope, with repercussions echoing
to doomed depths of oblivion.
Outstripped evolutionally morally
in a new sociology we grapple
with conflicting split emotions,
by virtue of new trinity necessity.
Peacemaker Missile? Hitting multiple targets
in same guideable instant of misguided time.
Enhanced Radiation Warhead leaves buildings intact
kills only targeted metropolis people.
Warfare finally in regimented step
with the jaundice judicial process
which places property and wealth
above undervalued human life.
M.A.D. not meaning insane
but Mutual Assured Destruction.
20 megatons a bomb equals a thousand Hiroshima’s.
Plus one Trident submarine, carries 24 missiles,
with 408 warheads like a thousand destroying suns?
Nitrous oxides
from a fraction of man’s
nuclear stockpiles
would destroy,
earth’s critical filter.
Children live near meltdown,
Atomic Power Plants,
building radioactive sandcastles.
Play in contaminated dirt die young
must be the new nuclear flu.
Dump lethal waste in dying sea
it is only lethal radioactive waste
for a quarter million, half life years?
And cast concrete blocks might last
200 hardened years possibly?
I want to grow up not blow up
scribbled on the wall in crayon.
Who is going to kill
a million dollar a minute industry?
Unintelligible.
The Atomic Bombing of Hiroshima, August 6,1945 was potentially possible, after the Manhattan Project produced the first three viable weapons. The Trinity Test, July 16,1945, was the successful ground based test of Gadget; a plutonium bomb, atop a 100-foot tower, in the Jornado del Muerto Valley in New Mexico.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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From Bombay To Mumbai!
From Bombay to Mumbai,
Why can't the terrorists leave this land alone? ! !
Fisrt it was a bomb blast some years ago in Bombay;
And many people died in the name of the attack from the terrorists,
But the muse of Bombay in those days was like 'Bomb-Bay'!
Now the name had been changed to Mumbai,
But the terrorists were still not at rest!
So they bombed Mumbai as well;
With many dead bodies recorded after this act,
But is this the best solution for mankind to live peacefully on this earth? !
Why?
Mumbai, bum, mum, am, Imam, bam! !
There is no peace at all in this world;
Yet still we all do have a form of a Religion that we believe in,
But is this act also part of the teachings? !
Then, it is time that we behave well like human beings on this earth;
For we all need to put the world into a better shape with love than hatred.
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Enjoy Eden Together
Animals, birds and insects say
All of us have the same way
We have only one God to pray
So we pass our days in gay
No caste, colour and religion
No politicians and region
We don't have human's vision
Safe from boundary division
No education and culture
Free from ego, pride any rupture
No quarrel for bright future
Enjoy equal rights of pasture
Ram, Ramayana and scripture
Don't reflect in their character
Would that we were human birth
We enjoy Eden together on earth
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United Nations Mission World Peace
Our United Nations
its case mission global
to achieve world peace;
so stock take
how many days
of world peace;
has the United Nations
actually achieved since
end of World War Two?
United Nations
Prestigious World Peace;
batting average?
Answer officially
a total of 26 days
of world peace;
since those mass
annihilation days
back in 1945 wars.
Batting total of 26 days
in ticking war torn 66 years;
wars blaze slays pays.
In realistic some ways
peace days; none always;
some war fought forms
of profit wars,
exist at all times;
in some places.
United Nations
peace mandate
success rating sucks!
Who is responsible?
Splitting image from the poem ‘Flouting UN Security Council Resolutions? ’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Rescued Chile Miners, A Miracle of Faith
From August 5 to October 13
in the year of our Lord 2010
69 days you were held in prison
down deep in earth's dungeon.
69 days of stolen rays of
the sun and stolen valleys of rest
33 miners you were buried alive
in earth's seven hundred meters-deep.
Who could have imagined
finding you alive and still
with your spirits up high?
Who could have imagined
that the tears of your loved ones
and those of your countrymen
could be changed to the cymbals
of dancing and rejoicing?
But yes, on the ground where
you were buried alive, you raised
your eyes to your Mighty Creator
And in the camping sites
of your loved ones, persistent prayers
were raised to the heavenly door.
And among your politicians
and engineered men and women
a solidarity plan to rescue you were
conceived in sleepless days and nights.
Here is your story, Chileans,
a miracle of faith in our time!
And the world claps her hands
because the weeping is changed into
an overflow of tears of rejoicing
on this great mountain of joy.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Hemispheres 1658
When northern winters shivers drive,
south seas see plankton thrive:
identical turquoise images
mirrored hemispheres contrive,
both as much alive.
(31 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Human Spirit
The human spirit never dies.
The human spirit always tries
to stay alive,
always thrive.
It's fierce.
It's bold
through darkl and cold.
Although it fears
it still adheres
to something larger
than itself.
It faces all adversities
that sometimes brings it
to its knees.
Still it rises through it all.
It stands again,
refuses to fall.
For the human spirit says it all
about
who we really are.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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