The monster's reign/the holocaust
Children playing in the streets,
gunshot is what the parent meet.
Men lined up against a wall,
one by one they start to fall.
Women mourn over fallen men,
they know they won't awake again.
Women flee the frightning scene,
children ask where daddy's been.
Hitler screams, 'Satan's spawn! !
We will not rest until they're gone! '
The hated begin to run and hide,
they know they will be found inside.
Soldiers march through city streets,
we call them Nazis, frauds and cheats.
They kill people in their way,
they think it's right, correct, okay.
Hitler tried to kill them all,
he tried to make the hated fall.
He tried and tried and tried in vain,
but he had caused way too much pain.
The airplanes came to free them all,
they came to heed the hateds call.
they came with guns, and bombs, and men,
they marched into the lions den.
They were freed from hell itself,
they were no longer rats on a shelf.
They were releived from all their pain,
and so ends the monsters reign.
THIS IS JUST A BREIF REMINDER OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE WHO WERE BRUTALLY MURDERED IN THE HOLOCAUST, WHICH, IN TRANSLATION, MEANS A BURNT SACRIFICE OFFERED WHOLE TO GOD. MAY THE SOULS OF THE 12 MILLION PEOPLE REST IN PEACE.
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God's Gunna Work it Out
As the bombs shattered people’s entrails
The screams of horror did not assail
Organized violence against humanity
Blood ran thru streets like frightened children
But the children are smeared all over
Freedom is not as free as War-Spilled Blood
But have no fear
God’s gunna work it out here
Women and children being brutally raped
By aids infested soldiers
Decapitation elation
War-cry copulation
Victorious assassination
But have no fear
God’s gunna work it out here
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
poem by Idris Adesina
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Wars Defiant Ones
(7/2/12)
They came back from the war as defiant as can be
As if they had a split personality.
Tragedies had opened up the doors
To many things they never saw before.
Seeing homeless children roaming the streets
Women who didn't listen - would get beat.
Terrorist groups killing their own
Pipe bombs planted, ready to be blown.
Civilians scattering all around
Dead bodies laying on the ground.
Men, women and children in the square
On their knees saying their prayers
But to a terrorist they don't care.
Don't they realize that life must change
Nothing ever stays the same.
Families being torn apart
As death tears at their hearts.
Natural causes kill millions of people every day
Why are we letting war lead the way?
No matter what name for GOD you may use
When it comes to war - we all lose.
Look at the hospitals in a war zone
Children left with no skin and broken bones
People have lost many a limb
The war is getting worse - it looks grim.
YES! AMERICA has lots of imperfections
But people look to us for protection.
Our soldiers After seeing all the atrocities
They come back defiant as can be
To try to change the course of history.
poem by Louis Rams
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On Terrorists
Why kill the persons in the streets?
Why maim the innocent children?
Why bomb schools, temples and cities?
Why destroy lives and property?
Why make the world more insecure?
Why spread ‘fear psychosis’ ’midst men?
Why blame others for your own faults?
Why gain the curse fellowmen?
Why kidnap persons aimlessly?
Why ravish people senselessly?
Why murder people ruthlessly?
Why invite wrath of Almighty?
The brave fight soldiers uniformed;
The valiant harm not citizens;
Just cowards kill poor unarmed men;
Terrorists can’t get people’s love!
Life is most precious wealth on earth;
Revengeful hearts cannot find peace;
A few can’t hold rest to ransom;
‘To kill and be killed’ is insane!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
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Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
!
Gold/ocean/1994
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When The Angels Fall
So high above the world tonight
The angels watch us sleeping
And underneath a bridge of stars
We dream in safetys keeping
But perhaps the dream
Is dreaming us
Soaring with the seagulls
Perhaps the dream
Is dreaming us
Astride on the backs of eagles
When the angels fall
Shadows on the wall
In the thunders call
Something haunts us all
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
Take your fathers cross
Gently from the wall
A shadow still remaining
See the churches fall
In mighty arcs of sound
And all that theyre containing
Yet all the rugged souls
Looking for their lost homes
Shuffle to the ruins
From the levelled plain
To search among the tombstones
When the angels fall
Shadows on the wall
In the thunders call
Something haunts us all
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
These are my feet
These are my hands
These are my children
And this is my demand
Bring down the angels
Cast them from my sight
I never want to see
A million suns at midnight
Your hands are empty
The streets are empty
You cant control us
You cant control us anymore
When the angels fall when the angels fall
When the angels fall when the angels fall
When the angels fall when the angels fall
song performed by by Sting
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City Of Worcester
Worcester, the city of noise,
Walking along these city streets,
Seeing people busy,
pacing,
Cracked city walks,
Aged city houses,
Beautiful city air, '
Never seems to be a minute to spare,
As cars stream along,
Cops and fire trucks pass down my street.
Loud children playing in the streets.
As I walk down the street of mine,
I hear parents yelling at their children.
Dogs barking as you walk by,
Houses that are old and crusty,
Men and women fighting.
This right here is the city I was born in.
The City Of Worcester!
poem by Cassandra Prew
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I'm one in a million
I’m one in a million
Of people who claims to be
But no one knows me
One in a million
Of people who are writing
But no one is willing to read
I’m one in a million
Of people who has serious
Entertaining issues
But no one is interested in them
One in a million
Of people who sings
But no one recognize me
I’m one in a million
Of people who voice out clearly
But no one is listening to me
One in a million
Of people who are renaissance
But no one sees it
I’m one in a million
Of people who are searched and looked for
But no one finds me
Because I’M ONE IN A MILLION
poem by Zama Ashley Helebe
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Who Am I?
who am i?
i'm not the girl who is fine,
when i'm in pain,
it's a whole another,
who am i?
i'm not who you think i am,
if i was,
would i think suicide is the way to go?
who am i?
i'm a girl who make wrong desidions,
but, does that make me human?
who am i?
i'm a girl who looking for a way out,
of this hell people call life,
haven't found my reason to stay,
am i giving up way to easy?
cuz i'm sick of being in pain,
and people seem to tell me,
i might have to deal with this the rest of my life,
if that the case, can i just end it?
end the misery i'm in day after day,
tried it once,
people don't see my cry for help,
if you don't have insurance,
it like you don't matter,
they don't want to help you,
they see it as you wanting attention,
maybe that is the case,
i just want to be pain free,
is that so much to freakin ask for?
6-8-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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War and Peace
'There is in this world that eternal battle'
the General said
'between Good and Evil.
There can be no compromise;
each nation needs living space
and those who follow Evil
will not hesitate
to take yours
and that means,
some of the time,
War.
War is the ultimate expression
of Evil vs. Good
and inevitable.'
Peace spoke:
War is for those who profit from War
and every war ends in Peace
and diplomacy,
Why not skip the destruction and killing
save human lives
and go straight to the Peace?
Nation-State spoke:
Ah, you Peace forget War
is more than the interval between
the Peace
because War decides which people
will be free
and which people will be oppressed.
Peace you misunderstand;
soldiers fight to preserve their country-mens' lifestyles
their families
and those five dollar lattes.
Ah, indeed in War and Peace
someone wins
and someone loses' Nation-State said.
Peace spoke:
Well, Nation-State, that used to be true
but not anymore.
Nuclear holocaust has no winners,
only losers.
A radioactive planet
where no one can live
for a thousand years
is not victory
but massive defeat for everyone.
.
Nothing to celebrate.
You '
Peace said
to the General
'cannot fulfill your main mission
which is to protect the population.
The foe you fight can blow up
all of their nuclear weapons
and the fall out will drift and kill
the rest of us
without even an attack.
You soldiers have to learn new tricks.
You can't really protect us.
All that is gone. You have to retire that side-gun
and sit at the diplomat's table.
'Peace 'Peace said'
has come to depend upon successful social ecology
and restraining those who would have us kill ourselves
in order to preserve our lives.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Red was the Color' (1947 Riots)
Track was Red...
Train was Red...
Hands were Red
Eyes were Red..
Poeple were Red..
Earth was Red
What was Red?
Red was the Blood
Cries were unheard
Pain was feelingless
Grief was unbearable
Religions were different
People were different
'Kill him' he is a Sikh
'Murder him' he is a Muslim
'Ruin him' he is a Hindu
'Rape her' she is not our's..
'Tear off her clothes'
Naked women were in the streets
Helpless women were in the streets..
Helpless they were all...
who was naked?
Humanity was naked...
Who was weeping?
God was weeping
Who had lost?
Love and Brotherhood had lost..
Where was 'Aman'? (Aman=Peace)
Aman was no where..
Religions were different
People were diferent
But God was the same
HE was the one in the all...............(but everyone had forgotton)
But One thing was same
That COLOR WAS THE SAME
RED WAS THE COLOR...
i used there Train was the red...that was very bad incident..in sept 1946 from pakistan a train came to india..on Amritsar Ralway station....but the train was RED with blood of people, passengers....
your eyes'll get wet....there was not one passenger alive in the train...Deads were there in the train...
and after that incidents Indians, In revenge they did the same in 1947 (not sure but that was March) ....
poem by Amandeep Singh
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Naked City
All the victims have turned to stone, no one is happy, theyre all alone
Id sacrifice my social position tonight
In new york, millionaires, and lonely people with lonely stares
Im not lookin for love and Im lost in this night
In the naked city (in the city) there are ten million stories (naked city)
Im not lookin for pity (in the city) in this naked city (naked city)
Street vampires in the night, young lovers and love at first sight
This is my flesh and my fantasy
Older women with younger men, Ive got a feelin Im in trouble again
But Ive got to live my destiny
In the naked city (in the city) its a race with the devil (naked city)
All the pain and the sorrow (in the city) is there more tomorrow (naked city)
In the naked, naked city (in the city) naked city
Lonely people lookin for someone, lonely people goin their way
Lonely people lookin for something, lonely people goin their way
In new york, millionaires, lonely people with lonely stares
Im not lookin for love and Im lost in this night
In the naked city, there are ten million stories
Im not lookin for pity in this naked city
In the naked, naked city (in the city), its a race with the devil (naked city)
All the pain and the sorrow (in the city) is there more tomorrow (naked city)
(in the city, naked city) (repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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Guns and their shadows
Under guns and their shadows
amidst men and women and children
life spirit lessens,
innocence suffers,
dream dies,
expectation extincts.
Under guns and their shadows
amidst men and women and children
hopes become horrors,
desires become despairs,
trust becomes tenions,
smiles become sighs.
Under guns and their shadows
amidst men and women and children
word means whispers,
home means house,
homeland means ex land,
freedom means fantasy.
Under guns and their shadows
amidst men and women and children
life still goes on,
some where a force moves on,
binding and blending every one
for guns can spit only fires and not lives.
poem by Manju Shree
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Sans People
Will you let me have a glimpse of people?
People on the streets? People sauntering by, people smiling.
People intending to take a right turn,
Suddenly changed the mind and took to the left.
People across the meadows,
Past the shops, cinemas, theatres, Opera houses,
People racing down, people in the cars, bus, tram, train.
How I wish to have a glimpse of them, the procession of people!
Will you let me have a glimpse of them-
Men, women and children in the houses?
Am I to live only with the fluky glimpse of a strip of cloud
Or the streak of sun, penetrating through the chinks of my window?
People, they said are barred out,
I've to live the rest of my life sans people.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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People are afraid
People are afraid
of the year 2012 that are coming
and expect something to happen
that is going to tear the world apart,
but maybe man himself
is his greatest enemy.
At times I wonder about guns
killing in Afghanistan and Iraq
and bombs dropping from bombers
there on people
while a super power
like before
stand free from her deeds
and of nuclear bombs
exploding on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
not a lot is said about
and people look only
at the inhumanities
of Hitler and Stalin
and almost nothing
is said about Harry S. Truman.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Heaven Help Us All
There're some people
There're some people
Heaven help the child who never had a home
Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone (walks the streets alone, yeah)
Heaven help the roses when the bombs begin to fall
Lord heaven help us all
Heaven help the black man if he struggles one more day
Heaven help the white man if he turns his back away (turns his back away, yeah)
Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl
Lord heaven help us all
Heaven help us all
Help us all
Heaven help us all
Help us all
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all
Hear our call when we call
Help us all
Heaven help the child who won't reach twenty-one (won't reach twenty-one)
Heaven help the man who gave that child a gun, bang bang
Heaven help the people with their backs against the wall
Lord heaven help us all
Help us all, yeah, alright, alright
Heaven help us all
Help us all
Heaven help us all
Help us all
Heaven help us all
Hear our call when we call
Where I, where I belong
Now I lay me down before I go to sleep
In these troubled days I pray the lord to keep
Keep hatred from the mighty, and the mighty from the small
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all
I need somebody
I need somebody
Help us
Heaven help us all
Help us all
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Devil's Night
a lust for blood a horrors night
a longing for the taste of innocent
flesh demons come out to play
when the nights hour is none
let the rest less rise and roam
through the streets of the living
let all awake hear the screams
as blood stains the nights streets
reward the wicked with a personal
lick of the tongue down the neck
as the blood filled vains pop in your
mouth feel alive again as your thrist
for blood is lifted
feed my children feed rip the life out of
the living let all your my children feed
allow the living to fear when the nights
none let only the wandering souls of the
dead roam these streets
cause tonight we feed like
kings on to the flesh of the living
let all a sleep awake to the horried streets
an when the nights bright let the
shattered memories of former friends
mothers, children, father be seen in a pool
of there own blood as we rest to return again
when the clock strights 3am and the night
becomes none =] hahaha until tomorrow my pretties
until tomorrow
poem by Robert Roberts
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Bitter Sweet Symphony
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life...
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet , youre a slave to the money then you die.
Try to make ends meet
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down...
Youre a slave to money then you die
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the pain lives , yeah.
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Where all the veins meet yeah,
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But Im a million different people from one day to the next...
No change, I can change
I cant change my mould , no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
Well I never pray,
I am here in my mold
But tonight Im on my knees, yeah.
But Im a million different people
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
From one day to the next
I let the melody shine, let it cleanze my mind , I feel free now.
I cant change my mold
But the airwaves are clean and theres nobody singing to me now.
No, no, no, no, no
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Well I never pray
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But tonight Im on my knees yeah
And Im a million different people from one day to the next
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and theres nobody singing to me now
(well have you ever been down? )
(I can change, I can change...)
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life.
But Im here in my mold
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I am here in my mold
You know I can change, I can change, I can change,
And Im a million different people
But Im here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
From one day to the next
And Im a million different people from one day to the next.
I cant change my mold
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
(it justs sex and violence melody and silence)
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
(been down)
Try to make ends meet
(ever been down)
Try to find some money then you die
(ever been down)
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the things meet yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And Im a million different people
From one day to the next
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no,
I cant change
Cant change my body,
No, no, no
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have youve ever been down?
song performed by by Verve
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That Little Hole
Some people keep their love in a safe, then forget the combination
Some people think life's a masquerade ball, keeping up with the latest fashion
Some people sell dreams like rag magazines, on the busy fast food city street corners
Some people give, some people take, Some people share, some people fake
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people hide from the world and it’s charms, others flee from its tragedy
Some people wish for a place to call home while they kill off every living thing they see
Some people await the rapture and fate, others are simply looking for the cure
Some people lead some people follow, some people spit, some people swallow
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
Some people search for Utopia and peace, but never seem to laugh
Some people forgot what it’s like to be young, having grown up much to fast
Some people preach salvation and hope to anyone willing to pay
Some people judge to quick, some never judge at all, some people climb, some are simply happy to fall
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people feel the mirror holds the key, to their tomorrows and prosperity
Some people are sealed off from the world by their hearts, their leaders, or their personality
Some people are like cannibals, they devour what they need and move on
Some people are criminals trying to make ends meet, steeling from others trying to make ends meet
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground
Some people feel its much more real, to chase rainbows on canvass painted skies
Some people think their shit don’t stink, some have the trust of a saint and tell lies
Some people’s minds react like a nuclear bomb, some people are one with the galaxy
Some people die as they lived, others live as they die, some never give up hope, others don’t even try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Some people wear their hearts on their sleeve, others forget what it means to be free
Some people speak of friendships and love, but don’t know what it means to be a friend
Some people search for enlightenment in the stars, in tea leaves, other find it floating in a glass
Some people smile, some people cry, some people live, some people try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Some people are afraid to take risks, or to be anything they wish until they die
Some people love the sound of their voice, some talk more than they listen
Some people don’t suffer fools only to find the jokes on them
Some judge colour, some judge creed, some judge God, goodness and peace
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole
Copyright Colin Coplin 1983/2011
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