Political Suicide
Ready, ripe, are the fruits of evil
having seeded dormant, mutant
Freedom from oppression
Depression and poverty
Ingredients for sociological disaster
Governments breed rulers, culturally prejudice
Nesting environmentalism gestational brewing
Population, outnumber, complication, statistic
Human pollution, extinction by sterilization
Communed Monarchs, Republics, and Socialist wit-lists
All of their own, common preaching,
competitive power struggles, weapons pawned
Hail to creation, we've a nation to nurture
Cultivate the gifted and plow slaughter th' weed common
Inhuman plans for notorious victories
Life be likened, selfish 'Self'
where individuality becomes a carbon copy
Data, be the program for hosting 'War'
Glitches exist, eliminated
Abbreviate their robotic identities
Secret dead file, labeled, 'Objectionable'
Take to view an upside down cross,
holding terror to a single post
Nail not hands, nay, legs of innocence
nor, barbed crown upon the temple, proverbially,
Brain stake all who preach of misled doctrines
without ties, for lies, and; greed political agendas
Hell be that of all ill-mind spent
Erect that which banners that
of 'Human' display
voice intent, without conquest
love without condition
Council with all that be Omnipotent
from within, and negotiate without weapons
that slaughter goodwill and
result in political extermination
.(c) 06.19.2005
poem by Louie Levy
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He is dead
He was pronounced dead
The anxieties and bitterness on face could be read
It was assumed he might have been starved of bread
It is regular scene witnessed now days
So many welfare measure are taken to find reasonable ways
It is not showing any fruitful result and solution is staying away
It is miserable to live on without dignity
There may be reason to some kind mercy as humanity
It is curse and should not be faced by majority of poor people
Some honorable ways are to be found to make them capable
If some means are created to have mechanism to counter the menace
The work force can be of immense value to increase the finance
The stability and prosperity can be envisaged with proper augmentation of human skill
No one may be dying of hunger, illness, poverty and can manage to live on still
This is not just idealism but reality and can be exercised in anticipation as drill
As we have every right to live on earth without bondage or freedom of will
No one can be pushed to brink of disaster or given the freedom to kill
It may be considered as balanced view if welfare measures are adopted as principle
When it is professed as free society to be lived by all as followers or disciples
The poverty will not be eliminated over night or brought to zero level
Some of the steps taken earnestly with the good intent may speak well
Not s single should suffer only for the reason not being addressed to
There may be lots of hardship to pass through
We all are here as human being and stage actor
Still we are not inhuman and to see it as spectator
We may function as benevolent ruler and not as dictator
The human life gifted by almighty is precious one and not to be ignored
Every opportunity is to be taken into account, availed and explored
No efforts be let up or left with loose ends and missed too
The mission is to be considered very much noble and it is true
The helplessness and misery is human enemy
All game is being played for wealth and money
Still the curse can be reduced and enjoyed by many
If reasonable means may be afforded and used
The crime rate may come to an end or reduced
More enthusiasm and confidence may be induced
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Blow For The Manifesto…
Enough food is produced to feed the whole world,
Africa included, but it cannot be distributed, infrasystem
and political power is non-existent, politicians usurp
foreign aid, police ordered to control an election aren’t
paid because corrupt politicians pocket their money,
police have to bribe and steal to eat
There is enough food, Europe has to destroy surplus
production – distribution to needy nations is too costly
and well-nigh impossible in Africa, like Ethiopia where
stockpiling weapons and bad policies are guaranteed
to create a starving population that simply breed more
kids as fodder for political machinations -
What a terrible blow for the
Human Rights Manifesto…
poem by Margaret Alice
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The Evil World
The evil world is like hell with human life,
So for almost every man beats his wife.
No place is worser than a life in a cell,
Except for eternity with demons in hell.
The evil world is filled with worthless life,
Yet life is sometimes worth living.
At night I lay in my bed
Wondering when is everyone dead.
Yet the evil world is like hell:
Evil conquers most human beings.
Without light or good the human race
Will seize to exist.
You must fulfill the life of man.
The evil world is like hell with human life.
poem by Tamika Taylor
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Let us heed the voice of the people and recognize their common sense. If we do not, we not only blaspheme our political heritage, we ignore the common ties that bind all Americans.
quote by Barbara Jordan
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Similar Worlds
The world married to another world,
Pleasing us with its thoughts always.
May it be forbidden to slaughter someone else,
Placing blame on others for their own misdeeds.
Heaven created a slaughter to be known widely
And then the slaughter was not known widely,
Instead there was no slaughter.
For it was the world that held slaughter in its own hands,
Worsening ties with some people elsewhere.
A shining new working planet evolved
And flew one way and only a way that was an orbit,
For it was not a flat world, but round,
Like the balls it contained of spherical shape
Most pleasing to the sight.
Each world was a majestic creation
And these worlds were similar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Put Down Your Weapons!
Put down your weapons...
And the ammunition fed,
To spread your hatred!
On whose souls do you believe,
Are crushed to bleed as you succeed...
In what?
To do what for who and why?
The selling of an advance life...
To live in a living hell to dwell?
To raise more of it as you see fit?
Put down your weapons.
What peace is received by depleting the Earth?
With a mental disease perceiving a self worth.
What is it you think is being achieved?
In an atmosphere of religious differences...
With falsities conceived
To reveal racist contempt!
From misconceived interpretations meant,
To explore your won destruction?
To allow a rise to the top to breathe,
Hollow victories...
That leaves a quality of life left to bleed.
To say there has been 'something' conquered.
Put down your weapons!
Confess your digressions.
Put down your weapons!
At let God restore your mind...
To a peace you say you fight to find.
Put down your weapons.
Or all life once known,
Will be left behind to rot to dust...
From which the Earth it came!
Before your selfishness grew to be shown!
To display your degradations?
Last chance!
PUT
DOWN
YOUR
WEAPONS
Put them down!
And learn from past lessons.
They are all around.
With everyone trying to prove themselves,
The greatest of fools!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why World Future Looks Grim
Why world future looks so grim
Why having good life could be just a dream
There are sign that end of world is near
We like it or not the doomsday soon or later will be here
As world increases in population
It consumes all the earth natural resources and creates such a disaster pollution
As People living longer and longer
Financial burden will make it impossible to provide them healthcare any longer
So there will be hard decision to make who will die or stay alive
Of course if you have enough money you could survive
Population increase will way surpass our agriculture land
At the time more population will increase food demand
Technology such as computer eventually will create massive layoff
Since computer more and more takes a jobs away from human and let them go off
Human greed and so much desire for materials will bring this world to end
Controlling human greed, world population, clean air, caring for eachother that’s the solution my friend
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Syrian Dictator Shadows Noose
beware a Syrian Dictator who cornered warns
threatens to use mass chemical weapons
not on his own citizens but foreign invaders
chemical weapons is a card previously badly used
chemical Ali father dictator Saddam this card abused
slaughter own citizens is post war crimes reviewed
hangman's noose is time tried tradition for crimes
humanity inflicts on loser nation toppled leaders
super power immunity veto not among loser options
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Working And Committed (Response)
it is not the plow,
but the farmer's back,
and the farmer's legs.
it is not the hoe,
but the farmer's hands,
and the farmer's heart,
working and committed!
it is not the political system,
but the moral fiber beneath.
not the moral fiber of judgement,
but that guided by human compassion.
for the back and the legs,
and the hands and the heart,
are the working cogs of freedom.
anything done without love will fail!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For Human Greed
We may as well try to find another Planet to live on
Since people they cannot live on the Moon
And Mother Earth the Planet that sustains us
We in our fits of madness choose to ruin.
And perhaps there's not another Planet out there
For human beings to live on and destroy
'Twould seem indeed that the price of human progress
Comes at a cost and the cost seems far too high.
Each day more creatures of extinction endangered
When the land they live on we choose to invade
And extinction sad to say it is forever
For human greed the price has to be paid.
We are paving the way to our own extinction
Where humans live pollution becomes rife
The World will not end with the death of the last human
And Nature will do nicely without human life.
We had better find another Planet to live on
Or become extinct as a species that's our choice
As we are making the Planet we live on for us quite unlivable
For human greed that seems too high a price.
poem by Francis Duggan
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At cross road
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.
Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?
Doesn’t concern everyone?
Even at cross road.
Can we not share?
Misery and poverty,
happiness and unhappiness,
hunger and roofless human,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut?
Burn the green forest,
and big trees,
do we want disaster?
Even at cross road.
Rain is scarce,
food also less,
nature is finished,
no bloom for ever,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut throat?
Merely for greed,
does the religion preach?
Priests or heads just teach
Even at cross road.
I may not survive,
peace may not revive,
nobody will also survive,
we will soon be extinct,
even at cross road.
Time is running out,
Still human race is not out,
We may still be in,
Kindness may be over,
Even at cross road,
Life is worth to live in,
forget not but just be in,
embrace but not embarrass them,
help but not reject them
Even at cross road.
We May still not adopt,
remain at large but not still opt,
is the nature so cruel?
Kill and get also killed?
Even at cross road
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let us thank our Gods..
Buddha was a human and a Hindu,
And he worshiped the Hindu Gods,
Instead of worshiping Hindu Gods,
Why do people worship Buddha?
Jesus was a human and a Jew,
And he worshiped the Father,
Instead of following his religion,
Why do people worship Jesus?
These are the questions of logic,
We may provide the answers of magic,
If Religions were gate way to heaven,
Where our ancestors went in BCs?
I like the teaching of Jesus,
Who asks us to love our foes.
I like the teachings of Mohammad,
as he eliminated injustices.
We, the human, elevated ourselves,
From the hardship that Gods have created.
From naked human to today's technocrats,
We have evolved from ignorance.
Let us take the religion for guidance,
not to inflict hatred on another human.
Let us take the doctrines for consolations,
not to hurt another human with weapons.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Let each of us light a candle against terror
Let each of us light a candle
On the evening of 26 November
Against terror
That burnt Mumbai
The same day last year
And had been a threat to
The very human race
For decades now
While earlier terror attacks
Were just strikes
The 26th November Mumbai episode
Was indeed a war and battle
War of fanaticism on innocence
War of rage on democratic thinking
War of so called faith on peace
Will lighting a candle
Wipe off the terror
Equipped with bullets, rockets and grenades
Yes, it will
As your lighting a candle
Is going to bring destructive mind blocks
To the glowing brilliance
Of wisdom
And make such terror drawn minds
Realize that the
Ultimate winner is
Human love and kindness
Your lighting a candle
Sends a message to terror
That it is an error
On their part to think
That terror will only rule the world
But the fact is
What rules and unites the world
Why the world only, the entire universe is
Human love and kindness
Let the number of candles lit
Be as many as
The number of people living on this earth
And elsewhere in other planets
Let that number outnumber
The total number of fatal weapons
Held by our terrorist friends
(I do not want them to be branded as foes)
And any others in the world
Let your lighting
Unite not only the peace loving people
But also bring into our loving fold
The terrorists with a changed mindset
Longing for peaceful co-existence
Of the entire human race
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Peace Award to Barack Obama
Awarded to one head of nation
Who thinks he doesn't deserve
But feels honoured to be
in the company of those
who in centuries have worked for peace.
Awarded to one head of a nation
with his shared vision on peace
in political campaigns, dialogues
and speeches, a shared aspiration
of all the international communities..
An award to one head of states, worthy
to be shared with those who actively
and silently have worked for peace
and upheld the dignity of all persons
irrespective of their colour, sex and ages.
A Nobel Peace Prize of Peace to Obama,
a common award worthy to be shared
with soldiers and mothers, common citizens
and philanthropists, students, teachers, scientists
and activists and all those who fight that the world
we live in maybe a safe habitat for all.
Yes, let this shared peace award to one head of state
be a continuous call to common action
against the grave economic crises in treasuries,
the climate change in the globe of earth,
the escalation of military weapons
and the wage against the tentacles of terror.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Weapons never Rule the World
the world started
out with a war
each mind fashioned
his kinds to dominate
all set out for artillery -
the fangs, claws, poisons
wings that could fly
a thousand miles
legs that could run like a jet
eyes that could see ten score miles
weapons, weapons, weapons,
until the almighty fashioned his
proud kind to show their mistakes
plain men with two hands, legs
and a conscience.
all these weapon owners
that kill themselves to extinction
men - god's proof to his rivalries
the winners of the real world
are those with conscience, love
that mere weapon owners
are loosers fit only
for the pots and pans
the almighty always guiding
never allowing his men
to lose sight
that weapons never rule the world
owners of fangs, claws, mighty wings
that all end up in the pots and pans
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Reality
Here on earth we see destruction
It has gone to far
We must change for new directions
Use your mind or fall
See through the past what we have done
Disaster soon will come
Hell after life or hell on this earth
Will we be rebirthed
Reality !
Time is short years are counted
Generations lost
See the truth ! We are hunted
We must pay the cost
See through the past what we have done
Disaster soon will come
Hell after life or hell on this earth
Will we be rebirthed
Nature bleeds for our disposal
We must point our view
You cant use your nuclear weapons
You must hear the calls
See through the past what we have done
Disaster soon will come
Hell after life or hell on this earth
Will we be rebirthed
We must gather now for a future instead of hell
We must gather now for a future instead of hell
song performed by by Zonata
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Restoring Dignity
hands stacked on hands,
wound tightly together...
common people...
....common purpose...
......common goals...
restoring dignity
to the human condition...
hearts stacked on hearts,
honest desire,
..............and
..................determ ination!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am Sick......
i am sick of your justice...
sick of dead bodies strewn,
sick of your bursts of gunfire,
and your bombs without conscience.
sick of the napalm fingers of your equality,
trading flesh for nickels and dime.
sick of your powder and your pills,
sick of the rape of the young girl
beneath your flag!
i am sick of your nuclear bibles,
sick of your buying and trading.
i am sick of the pound of your oil rigs,
sick of the stink of your morality.
i am sick of your hanging trees,
your courtrooms stacked.
i am sick of the money you sleep with,
sick of your colorless freedom.
i am sick of your smokestacks gone silent.
sick of your riot squads gassing.
i am sick of the amendments you've twisted,
sick of your hate and your prejudice...
i am sick of your slavery,
your prisons, your human rights violations.
i am sick of your political lies....
revolution, by common bond,
the choice of integrity, or death!
the dignity of the human soul demands,
that we live or we die!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Political Warriors
Political warriors kill
Without a touch
With weapons of fear,
Division and strife
They snare
With a narrative of lies
Political warriors kill
Without a touch
They travel the nations
With their synthetic smiles
Hugging women and babies
For a photo op
Spend millions of dollars
To capture the airwaves
When the people are in need
Cannot find one to stand up
Political warriors kill
Without a touch
To cease power
Some cannibalize
These beasts are fierce
Relentless,
Deadly and wise
poem by Buxton Shippy
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