That is God
Brighter than future and helps us all,
That is God, That is God.
Nobody can see, touch or smell,
but is above all lords
That is God, That is God.
Who need no explanation or evidence,
but is jury of all
That is God, That is God.
Whether one is rich, black, a pauper or white,
one who sees us all with one eye
That is God, That is God.
Who gives blessing to us and strength in a brawl,
That is God, That is God.
You may call yourself Christian, Hindu or Muslim,
But who cares and look after us all
That is God, That is God.
poem by Hardeep Singh Dhillon
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Backyard Brawl
Got a cut on my thigh, got a nail in my eye
And I'm bleedin' all over the wall
Got a barbed wire bat and a dude on the mat
Ain't getting up soon at all
Got a head full of rage and a belly full of hate
I'm the neighborhood legend that just can't wait
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Don't matter who you are, don't matter what color
Brown or white'll do
But if you're yellow you'll be covered in red
A whole lotta black and blue
Jump off the trailer in a pile full o' guys
Scratching and kicking and pulverized
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Only got six teeth but three of those
Are sharp enough to bite off your nose
At the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
[Spoken:]
You think you're so tough
You talkin' to me?
You're mine
Come on, let's go
Come on stitches...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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Like Me....
i dont see black and white,
i dont see Muslim, and Christian.
i dont see right and left.
i dont see haves, and have nots...
i see hungry mouths,
and starving souls,
and they all look
and smell like me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Human
When we've come from one parents,
Why are we seperated in the world,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh and Christian,
But, we're human in one word.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Issues, And Thoughts (Final)
it's not important to me
whether you're Christian,
Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,
Hindu, atheist, or whatever...
what you say about what you
believe has little meaning to me...
what you show me through your
actions reveals what you are, and
how committed you are to what
you believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For I Am Human....
i am not democrat or republican,
i am not christian or muslim.
i am not gay or straight.
i am not black or white.
i am not old or young.
i am not male or female.
i am not a believer or a doubter.
i am not happy or sad.
i am not rich or poor.
i am not dead or alive.
i am not good or evil.
i am not sick, or healed...
i am not ignorant or wise.
i am not... i am!
i am all these things,
for i am human,
both divine and common!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Enemy Of Thyself
United we stand. Divided we fall.
This is how they've conquered us all.
Black from white
Rich from poor
Christian from Jew
Gentile from Moor.
Oh they are clever in so many ways.
And we acquiesce through all of our days.
Waiting for a Savior to help us now
Surely He's coming pretty soon somehow.
But what if He doesn't?
Tell me, what then?
Will it be left in
the hands of men?
God help us all if that is the case
for as we look into each other's face
We see
Black and white
Rich and poor
Christian and Jew
Gentile and Moor
and therein lies the disgrace.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
Indian
I am the son of a Hindu father,
None other than a Muslim is my mother,
Do I then worry about my Sikh brother,
If he brings a Christian sister-in-law for me?
And if my Buddhist sister weds an Atheist?
Never, because I am an Indian loving everyone
poem by Prem Nizar Hameed
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Conversion
‘Have the soul!
Go and convert-
every Hindu, Buddhist,
and every Muslim’
‘Yes Lord, done, then’
‘Do it till non-Christian-
no one is left’.
‘done, then’
Convert non catholic
to catholic.’
‘Then’
‘Forget about the religion.
We are safe.’
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Saint Shirdi Sai Baba!
Ek Santh aisa Shirdi mein hai bassa
Chaha na kuch Apna, banaya sab ko Apna
SAI RAM, SAI SHYAM, SAI BANAYE BIGADE KAAM
Na koi uncha, na koi neecha, na koi aamir, na koi gharib
Na koi Hindu hai, Na koi musalmaan hai, Na koi aur dharm ka hai
Sab ek hai Uske Nazar mein, Bas pyar aur vishwas ho saath
Jo Sai ko maante hai, woh yeh baat jaante hai, maante hai
Pyar se phir sar pe humare rakhenge Sai Apna Haath
Kushiyon ka hoga barsaat.
Shirdi is blessed by this Saint's presence
Shirdi Sai Baba, the guiding spirit of love
He helps those who seek Him
He resides in every heart that loves Him
Sai is Ram, Sai is Shyam, Sai is EkNaam
Sai Resolves all problems
Nobody is rich, Nobody is poor, Nobody is high, Nobody is low
Nobody is a Hindu, Nobody is Muslim, Nobody is of any other religion
Everybody is the same in His Eyes, as long as they have love and faith
Those who have faith in Him know this, follow this
He smilingly places His Hand on us and blesses us with eternal bliss.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Supremacist
I’m a supremacist
But not like black
Or white, female
or male.
I am a black,
White, female
And male
Supremacist.
I am also a Jewish,
Christian and Muslim
Supremacist.
Furthermore I am a heterosexual,
Homosexual and bisexual
Supremacist.
And let me not forget I am a Disabled,
Able body, young and old
Supremacist.
A Supremacist is a person who believes in
or promotes the supremacy of a particular
group.
I believe in and support the human race so
I am a supremacist of all.
Havana Gang Brawl
Well the cops are at the door
And you know that they want more
They've got spears, made for arms
Tried to lure you with their charms
You can hear the guns outside
Watching riots with their eyes
As you move from wall to wall
Hear the siren from the gang brawl
Line the locals one by one
Filling bullets with their guns
Are you red, or if you're blue
Cause tonight their gonna find the truth
Take no prisoners today
For the future will be laid
One big city, one big town
Everyone with the same crown
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
A doomed old day for engagements
They have torn up your arrangements
All the mothers, buying razors
For the future will be dangerous
You try desperately to leave
But all the trains are dry for steam
All the taxis on their sides
All the planes are burning bright
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Only one option left
To survive or you'll be dead
Do you hide now from the sin
Or do your blazing guns begin?
All the shops are up for sale
You might make it out on bail
All the fathers shine today
Making sure that son's ok
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
song performed by by Zutons
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Now You're Here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Of another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
We are very proud of our diversity
Out on the streets it’s very clear to see
We don’t care if you’re a Christian or a Jew
Or a Bhuddist or Islamic or Hindu
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
We’re very proud of long history
And we pay respect to Aborigines
And there’s just one thing I’ll tell ya
Yes, to you and other fellas
That we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
No, we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Of another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
We’re proud of where we are going
You can see
We’re using all our creativity
To build a better future
And we’ll get there soon we betcha
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.
poem by David Keig
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Rendered Service
Would you call me a Muslim, Moslem,
a Mussulman, Mohammedan, Hindu,
or numerous impolite names instead.
Would you address me with
slanderous, opinionated,
condemning conclusions.
Some of you would
call me a Christian.
While others would call
me Buddhist.
Rather call me
a sincere child of God.
One who hears, sanctified halo, disk calling,
and would answer; anticipated call.
A friendly fellow human being;
who would be your brother.
Who would give; altruistic love freely;
in compassionate humility.
No membership price charged.
No snagging strings attached.
My wages paid; with work offered devotion.
Service rendered serves my father.
Thus I perform; my non-materialistic duties.
Fulfilled function will suffice.
If I was a stronger man
I would give all.
My frugal bowel of rice.
What would you call me?
Born to serve
my communion purpose.
In a spiritually; self imposed life.
Eventually to leave
this world of maniac shadows.
Upon the breath
of a warm breeze.
To continue journeys...
upon a higher plane.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Black and White and Red
Black and White
And Red I see
Demons they do
Torture me
Black and White
And Red all day
The voices are real
Or so they say
Black and White
And Red abound
I'm lost I call
I'm never found
Black and White
And Red flow out
I scream but you
Don't hear me shout
Black and White
And Red so bright
Exit blood and
Enter light
Black and White
And Red of death
Now I breathe
My final breath
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Why you so inquisitive of my whereabouts?
My night school's still dark
and the road I walk
Tar always black!
On the way,
I see rare night flowers,
They too have pearly white teeth
when they smile?
O the white Goddess
as passing clouds.
The white board in the gloomy class
Colored teacher writes on
with a piece of black chalk
A poem to recite;
'When forget-me-not
covers the old pauper's graveyard
Everybody thinks
It's the garden of Eden?
But in cruel Autumn
When the flowers withered
It's still the pauper's graveyard? '
[ From Father have I my stature,
my zest for earnest living;
From little Mother
my gay nature,
My love of story-telling.]-Goethe
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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God Knows
Baby tell me why
why do you question all this love that i have for you
if u look into my eyes and make an exception
i will show you love like no one before
put your trust in me
allow me to be that
baby give me your hand to hold
cause the feeling that i have
are so complicated that words cannot explain there is only one who knows only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
Baby tel me why
what is the reason one good reason your soo insecure cause after all that i have done i think you should know by now girl im down for you and the love i have is pure i wanna help you understand just how i feel for you your the one i cant let go because the feeling that i have are so complicated that words cannot explain there is only one who knows only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you how wish that you knew what god knows how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
and all of my lonely days only god knows i'm lonely and all my sleepless night (only god sees me crying) and everytime i think of you only god can read my mind (he reads my mind)god knows i tried if you understand heaven knows i miss you girl only god can see how much
cause everytime you go away (i long for your touch)now when i say i love you girl only sees my heart (he sees my heart) he sees my heart
only god knows how much i love you god sees my heart (girl you know that he sees my heart) and that he cares about you,(and he cares) god knows (yes he does) that im thinking of you (and im thinking of you) and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows (yes he does)
how much i love you god sees my heart and that he cares about you, god knows that im thinking of you and im longing for you oh how wish that you knew what god knows
la la la da da la la la
im thinking of you
la la la da da la la la
how i wish that you knew
song performed by by 112
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The grand jury's job is not to weigh the evidence from both sides; it is only to decide whether there is enough evidence on one side to bring a person to trial.
quote by Donella Meadows
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