For a Child who Is Not Crying
She weeps not,
Not because she feels no pain,
Not because she has not been humiliated,
But because she feels like she will not be heard.
Her voice will be so hollow so much that her conquerors will victor.
Weep child because you are human,
Your human voice will make you heal.
I heard that they raped you and your soul.
Soulless was their acts of barbarism,
They even had decency to eat after such holocaust.
She will never cry,
Because forensic investigators are raping her now.
Their interrogations are rooted with fear for women.
Women with wombs that reproduce a countless criminals,
With backs that carry these monstrous figures that hear no plea.
Plea falls in deaf ears that are manifested with dirt and cockroaches
If the law cannot be with her only I can empathise with her.
I will say weep child, let go of the uneasiness within your self.
poem by Sinethemba Mandyoli
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Lonely
If thine soul feels loneliness,
Thou art not perfectly understood
As thou soul wishes
If thine soul does not feel
The human word
It feels loneliness's hollow cry
If thine soul wearies of human love
It always has loneliness to watch thy love die
If thine soul speaks to deaf ears
Then the loneliest, most remote ears in the world, hear with melancholy
If thine soul has no hand to hold
Then loneliness walks by thy side and holds thee
If thou fear to die alone, alone with loneliness you will die
If thou fear the dark when alone, loneliness hides in the dark
Afraid with thee.
As mine tears fell
Into God's empty well
And to his lonely cell
Loneliness heard and spoke though me…
Lonely
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Weep In Silence
You who thought
Your eyes could tell no lies
So your life became a compromise
And it was you
Who had seen men dyin
You heard their children cryin
While their women weep in silence
And you who thought
You were so wise
Succeeded only in disguise
Now and then
Youd find a bridge to cross
Reach the other side
And youd still be lost
Evaded by the sweet smell of life
And the people that you try
To show the way
Never believe you
Never believe you - no way
While your women weep in silence
Your women weep in silence
Women weep in silence
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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To All Who Thirst
As the deer panteth for the waterbrooks
So my soul longeth after thee
Oh my Father in Heaven
Can you hear my desperate plea?
My soul cries out to you
In a dry and thirsty land
Revive me oh Lord, quench my raging thirst
Reach down from heaven and take my feeble hand
There is a famine in my soul
And it hungers after heavens food
There's a raging thirst in my spirit
If only I could quench this thirst I would
I have tasted this food and drank from the well
Now nothing else will do
I am ruined for all of this life
Now all I want is all of you
Oh listen to my plea
Oh Christ the risen King
I need to hear your Spirit speak
I need to hear the angels sing
For I have wandered in this desert
And it has brought me too my knees
And every footprint in the desert sand
Is marked by anguished plea's
Forget me not Oh Lord my God
For I remember thee
Those moments that we spent alone
In your Holy Sanctuary
And I was robbed of all my words
In that place before your throne
I knelt and wept, and cried with joy
I knew I'd never be alone
And now your Spirit comes to me
And a heavenly angel sings
A small still voice it says to me
' I will bear you on eagle's wings'
Arise my my child and thirst no more
For I have heard your plea
Reach out and grasp my outstretched hand
It's time to come away with me
poem by Frank McEleny
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Bring My Soul
No man
No women
Can retrieve the human soul
Nor can define and re-define
The central tendency of soul in sole
Exept human themselves
No man
No women
Can redeem the soulful sounds of soul
Neither at gliding shadows
Nor at loud darkness
Can they farbricate the smile to soul
Exept human themselves
No man, Yes!
No women
Can vanquish the greatness
Of distruction that's carried by the soul
Nor can comprehend the distortions
That are encompassed by the inner soul
Expet ofcause human themselves
No man
No women
In no given time
In no granted span
Can reverse the scars absorbed by the soul
No may rewind or remove the pain
Experienxed by the soul
Exept human themselves
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Weep No More
Mary, don't you weep no more
Mary, don't you weep no more
'Cuz, I got your letter today
Pack my bags and I'm on my way
So, don't you weep no more
Don't you weep no more
Dry your eyes
Don't you shed no tears
The sun is risin'
So, put away your fears
Cuz, I know I once done you wrong
I want to say I'm sorry
And I'm comin' back home
So, don't you weep no more
Don' t you weep no more
I hear your voice in the wind
And I feel your tears in the rain
Shadows of night are falling
Can't you hear me call your name
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
So, don't you weep
Don't you weep
Don't you weep
Don't you weep no more
song performed by by Bad Company
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An Alarm
Life is like the burial of a donkey and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like a fire in the forest and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like the price of war!
And the dead make us weep all day;
Of an alarm at noon when,
You have the weapons of war around you.
Today a male child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Today a female child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Life is like that at times;
Of the terror on everyside of the globe! !
Life is like a spacious house with large chambers,
Life is like an old man with a sickle,
Life is like the valley of Ben Hinnom,
Life is like an old women looking for her missing child,
Life is like the cry of war!
But may the sun always shine on you who have hope.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Human
You are not an evil person
But you hurt me a lot unconsciously
You are not someone who could kill with your bare hand
But your words keep breaking my soul
I try to find the light
So I could stand much longer
I try to remember the laugh
So I could hold back the tears
But I'm also just human
I'm not some kind of superhero
Can you feel the darkness that creeping in my heart?
Or are you just too ignorant
For some kind of human
You keep demanding some more
But what can you offer?
Because I'm the one you could use
Should I'm the one who sacrifice my freedom for your own?
I try to swallow the blame
But it choked in my throat
I try to gain the strength
But all smiles will be faking
And I'm just human
The one who could love but also could hate fiercely without any reason
Have you ever heard my crying fear?
Do you ever reach me to the deepest core?
Or are you just too blind
Like some kind of human
So in the end
What will you do to make me stay?
A command from your authority mind
Or a pitiful plea to my ears
So in the end
Who will gonna be win?
A raging desperate man
Or a wounded pride man
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Weep Not Child
weep not child
wipe those tears from your eyes
weep not child
weep not for you are not alone
weep not child
wipe those very tears
surely, over the years
but somewhat he above us cares
your struggle he bears
to wipe them off and clears
the shackles
and tackles
of all scuffles
and troubles
weep not child
for you are not alone.
®ntema, o.p.
[email protected]
©05.09.2011
1325h rs
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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I, Believe
I have never seen or touched GOD,
I have never seen or heard the Sea,
I have never seen or touched the wind,
But in them all, I do believe.
I have never seen a Man kill another,
I have never seen a Man that was not free,
I have never seen a Man to die for love,
But in them, I do believe.
Many Souls have often told me
That surely they do not believe,
In something you feel in your heart and soul,
Unless you can touch it, hear it, and then see.
My Soul has no ears, but it does hear,
My heart has no eyes, but it does see,
My brain knows the difference between right and wrong,
So in many things, I whole heartily believe.
I have never seen or tasted prejudice,
I have never seen or touched creed,
I have never seen or heard death,
But in them, I do believe.
I believe in the things that I cannot see,
Though people tell me they do not exist,
For I see in my heart, and hear it in my soul,
And its belief feels like a gentle kiss,
Oh wonderful Child how you I do envy,
To live my life through your dreams,
To believe with my heart and then the soul,
And everything lived and loved as it seemed,
Child with you, I do believe,
Your world is much better than mine,
You feel with your heart and touch with your soul,
And you don't know of hate, envy or lying.
In dreams and wishes I do believe,
In the impossible and extraordinary I do believe,
In a Child's hopes and thoughts I do believe,
And in the belief of beliefs, I shall always believe.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Sad Women.
Sad women always get up
to make breakfast for their children,
To tell him, ''have a nice day''
Sad women go to work and always do their best,
they make lunch and always sit last,
Sad women buy groceries on the way home,
make phone calls to hear someone's voice,
they are faithful to their promises,
Sad women take upon other's grief
Sad women comfort others and say
''everything will be okay'',
they don't let their sadness to come out,
Sad women don't have time to be sad,
Sad women cry when lights go out..
poem by Daria Domitrovic
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Weep Not For Him That Dieth
I.
WEEP not for him that dieth--
For he sleeps, and is at rest;
And the couch whereon he lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast:
But weep for him who pineth
On a far land's hateful shore,
Who wearily declineth
Where ye see his face no more!
II.
Weep not for him that dieth,
For friends are round his bed,
And many a young lip sigheth
When they name the early dead;
But weep for him that liveth
Where none will know or care,
When the groan his faint heart giveth
Is the last sigh of despair.
III.
Weep not for him that dieth,
For his struggling soul is free,
And the world from which it flieth
Is a world of misery;
But weep for him that weareth
The captive's galling chain:
To the agony he beareth,
Death were but little pain.
IV.
Weep not for him that dieth,
For he hath ceased from tears,
And a voice to his replieth
Which he hath not heard for years;
But weep for him who weepeth
On that cold land's cruel shore--
Blest, blest is he that sleepeth,--
Weep for the dead no more!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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“I remember…Justice”
“Struggles of women! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Poor justice! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Equality for us! ” rang in my ears as a child
What’s the point of screaming out loud?
I kept thinking in that moment as a child.
As marching with Nepal’s flag and holding index finger of my uncle,
I saw people in blue dress, green dress, and devil face without justice.
I saw people with sad face, gloomy face, and red face that didn’t had justice.
With my squeaky voice I said, ” Uncle, why are people so loud and hate man in blue and green dress? ”
He turned around and with polite voice he said, “Because that’s the people who does not give us justice”
“Struggles of women! ” screamed women next to us,
followed by, “Poor justice! ” by massive group of citizens.
I kept wondering, people need to stop chanting in my ear.
‘PEEOWW PEEOWW'
I saw women lying in concrete floor,
I remember, that thick red blood floating to my uncles toe.
He grabbed me so tight by hand, I thought hands were sore.
At age seven, this was too much to digest
Still till this day, I question
Is there justice anymore?
poem by Rimbus Shrestha
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A Child With The Blues
Could have never known that when losin'
Could hurt you so very bad
Could have never known that when chosin'
Could make you feels so very sad
I don't know what to do
I just feel so confused
I'm a child with the blues
Take your time, smell the flowers
Oh yeah
Make a smile for yourself
Yourself
Girl, don't make livin' so hard
So hard, I keep tellin' myself
I keep tellin' myself
Feels like I'm goin' away
Sometimes it ain't all damn fair
I'm a child with the blues
Baby, blue
Sisters, sisters
I know you're watchin' me
There are a lot of games reachin' for you
Constantly
When you think you're grown
You're entering the unknown
Baby, check yourself
Brace yourself
Face yourself
Protect yourself
Ooh, feels like my life is just existing
And I'm missing someone
It's hard to replace the simple fact
It's 'cause my lover is gone
Tell it to ya ....
And you're walkin' in my shoes
You're a chils with the blues
I can't stop the flow, can't stop it
Of the wet tears in my eyes
And if you're any other many kind of women
Woman in pain, gotta rely, rely
Same emotion we share
Movin' fast but goin' nowhere
Like a child with the blues
A child with the blues
Baby, blue
This child is blue
Show no blues
A child with the blues, ooh
Blue...
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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To Whomever It Concerns
1.
O you man,
leave her with all wealth.
Wide this world.
2.
You women!
Born to kill soft hearts,
thousand times.
3.
O you snake,
you bite all around.
Last he falls.
4.
As dusk fell,
he walked in the hell.
kneels his soul.
5.
Throw away
your degrees and mint.
Be human.
6.
You learnt fool,
hear your inner voice.
Doesn't mislead.
7.
You fast winds,
heal not the healed wounds.
Fate repeats.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Wind Child
The Wind has a voice,
A sad, sweet voice
I've heard it sing
Long and beautiful
Like Wind should be,
Carrying forever
The singing Wind is rarely heard
It's quiet and soft and
Unnoticeable
I am a Wind Child
I hear the Wind as
She sings her sad, sweet song
I am a Wind Child
And I sing with the Wind
Wind Children are rare as
True Hope
Special as Love
Wind Child
Is me
poem by Sahar Alive
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Fear is...
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to plea
Fear is always me...
poem by Nolan Holland
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Whats Left Of Her Soul
She sits upon the chair
and see's the ties
That bond her still
she lets out a scream
only to learn
That she can not be heard
She looks around in fear
At the dark and dirty room
Only to see the hands
that rips away at her soul
She struggles she fights
the bonds that hold her still
She hears laughter and insults
As they tear away at her clothes
As she struggles in her seat
Then she learns to be void
Of feelings and voice
And watchs them strip
Her humanity no more
She feels as if shes a drift
As she floats above the carnage
And feels sorry for the child
That sits all alone
Not realizing that
its her body of old
Then sudden awereness
wakes her to reality
and then tears trickle quitely
As she fights with dignity
At whats left of her soul
poem by Kaila George
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International Women's Day,2012
There are some things women should do,
As men simply cannot;
There are things that women can do,
But not as well as men.
There are some things women shouldn't do,
For they are harmful, sin;
There are many just women do,
Much better than most men.
Empow'r women and uplift them,
And make their plight better;
This half of human populace
If better, world's better.
Let poverty not strike women;
Remove their hunger pangs;
Give them all equal rights like men,
Save them from awful gangs.
Women are teachers naturally
For every child that's born;
They nurse their babies and protect,
Till dusk, from every dawn.
Women have beauty and contours
And for men, fit partners;
Women need love and care like all:
They aren't bought from a stall!
'Happy International Women's Day,2012'
poem by John Celes
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Activism against child and women abuse
It’s been going on for a while
Women experiencing abuse from men
And kept quite about it coz of fear
It’s time for women to come out of the closet
And let your voice be heard
They say problem shared is problem halved
But now it’s gonna be problem shared is problem solved
It’s time to take a stand against women and child abuse
Coz abuse and humiliation of women and children is not supposed to be happening
We need to love and respect (our) women and children
I hardly express my appreciation for a woman
How do I start to thank you for contribution you made in my life?
Because of you, I know how to respect a woman
Because of you, (I know that) I have a happy home
I can easily smile when I look at you
Coz of the way you raised me
I am very thankful to have you in my life
I’m very thankful for showing me the power of a woman
How do I start to show my appreciation?
How do I make you happy?
We need to protect our children! ! ! ! To every women, you are the best
poem by Oduetse Gabonnwe
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