Tribalism is now not just one force in American politics, it’s the overwhelming one, and tribalism abhors reality if it impugns the tribe. But you can’t have both tribalism and public health. When you turn wearing a simple face mask into a political and cultural symbol of leftism, when you view social distancing as a concession to your enemies, you deeply undermine the power of millions of small impediments to viral outbreak. What we are seeing is whether this tribalism can be sustained even when it costs tens of thousands of lives, even when it means exposing yourself to a deadly virus, even when it is literally more important than your own life.
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You'd never know that listening to people in the UN but tribalism is the father of racism.
quote by Stanley Crouch
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You have to look at the history of the Middle East in particular. It has been one of failure and frustration, of feudalism and tribalism.
quote by Alexander Haig
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Power To Bond
Far beyond echoes a name
Reporting its presence in game
About the power of recognition that came
Under the right that a name cant be lame
casting glances in those families beyond
Ascertains a power to bond
Rendering that carpet of unity
Of brotherhood and purity
Leaving away the dirt of tribalism
Intoning the power of optimism
Never again to judge a name
Ending or starting with a letter that is not the same.
poem by Redscar McOdindo K'Oyuga
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Democracy Today
Democracy today
Is democracy
Right for the Afghans or Iraqis
Unthinkable thought
Countries torn by tribalism
Certainly need a strongman
A one party state
Until institutions are in place
and people value
the principle of statehood
and take pride in their nation.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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There Is Race
Of no racism
Nor tribalism
Of no disrespect
And reject
Of no fears
Nor tears
Of no hate
Nor hurt
Of no flood
Nor blood
Of no rivalry
Nor slavery
Of no poverty
With no liberty
Of no war
Away from peace
Of no selfishness
Beyond selflessness
There is a race we must run
In is all in here below the sun
The is race we must run
It will be outstanding until it gets done
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Uhuru! Africa Is Free (To Fight Itself!)
Africa for Africans, President Mbeki
declared wisely – and white South
African numbers fell to nine percent
of the population; Africa returns to
the hands of its original inhabitants,
as it should be, the way it would
have been all those years ago
Zimbabwe is doing better than we,
only one per cent of white people are
left. Colonialism is Uhuru and finally a
thing of the past. Africa is free to kill
itself, focus on ethnic wars, cleanse
strange Western influences –
incomprehensible ideas of democracy
interfering with traditional tribalism,
autocracy and nationalism – Uhuru!
poem by Margaret Alice
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A Letter To My Families.
It's compound though,
Irrespective of racism, tribalism and lots of culturistic value,
Indeed enormous in its adventurous reaction,
To see survival of the day.
It's compound though,
To have the time rolling and unstopped,
What exact is it by the watch,
The world wall clock as the case be?
What exact is it to the unborn ruled and its rulers?
It's compound though..
Happy is the reverences,
Happy is the life and lives,
A man, Woman or gods?
A spirit I owe.
It's compound though,
compound in depth of its unlimited,
Compound in depth of its wisdom,
Compound to celebrate its celebrities,
It's a start.
It's compound though,
To expose your world,
To expose my world,
To expose the world,
A start to many undivine,
A start to the unborn rulers,
It's compound though....
Avoid a kingdom's fight,
A letter to my families.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Cantankerous Celts
Wild and reckless they were indeed
in defense of their heartland
redcoats and the black and tans
ruffians and thugs in uniform
firing on crowds of civilians
in Dublin, September 1913
50,000 ATTEND FUNERAL OF WORKERS
KILLED BY TROOPS
Tribalism of cantankerous Celts
tends to run bloody in the streets
Today's Celts include Serbs, Scots
and Basques fighting for freedom
Headlines shout of strife and mayhem
in the Middle East
Yanks liberated Europe
bombing round the clock
planting seeds of unrest
seeking peace in our time
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Sometime / Somewhere
Sometime / Somewhere
We’re Victims To This World’s Sorrow
Our Children Are Dying By The Hand
Of Mankind, Sickness, And Hungry
Sometime / Somewhere
We’re Enemies To The World
Our Land Are Divided Into
Racism, Religions, Tribalism, Corruption, And Rebellion
Sometime/ Somewhere
‘We’re Strangers To This World
Just Passing Through
We’re Not Here Forever’ So We Say
Our Resources Are Taken Away
By Ourselves, Foreigners And Destruction.
Some / Somewhere
We All Crying For Peace
Singing The Songs Of Freedom
Our Eyes Shared Tears
Our Hand Are Made Strong
By the Hand Of The Almighty To Paid For Our Freedom
And Our Heart Felt The Pain And United
Sometime / Somewhere
God Is The Witness To What We All Crying And Dying For
‘ One Love’
‘ One People’
‘One world’
In God Name We All Prayed
Sometime / Somewhere
A Man Once Told Me
'Take Somethings Positive For Things You Do.
Misery love company, And
Walk In The Sheos Before Judge' Quoted Bruce Beever
Lartin copyright 2007
poem by Lartin Konneh II
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Africa
Heap of wood,
Kindle the fire in Africa!
With narrow windows above the guardrooms.
To the African civilizations,
Unique and creative;
With cultures and edifices to tell a story.
In the middle of the desert road,
From the orient and the occident;
On the mountain skirts and forests to tell a stroy.
Where are the Executives?
Of fresh and natural colours;
The epics and the braveries will greet you.
Where are the Legislatives?
The modus operandi is based on culture! !
Where, the governments rules with tribalism.
Where are the Judiciaries?
Like the artistic works around;
But, nature's love is what we share in Africa!
Heap the wood,
Multinationals with spoken languages;
Is there any hope for us? Oh Africa!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cults
I will not suffer cults or doctrine,
thats designed to let evil spirits in
to this world, our families,
to manipulate us as they please,
because they're evil,
and so unkind,
they want to get into your mind,
as they're paranoid of being caught,
for doing things they shouldn't ought,
to do to people, young and old,
to leave us empty, feeling cold,
so they can steal your life your gold,
pirate assholes, they will see,
that they will not get the better of me,
and I'll destroy all those that try,
because they've opened my little eye,
to all their evils, their devious ways,
so I will spend the rest of my days,
getting rid of such evil creatures,
pirates, clergy, and false teachers.
and the clans that cause such evil ways,
from NASA and many other planes,
will be removed, sent on their way,
and stop them having their evil ways,
with me and you, and all you love,
and protect your children from such cults,
with evil books and evil bibles,
the like of which promote heathenism,
and ever feuding tribalism
to gain them blood and babies too,
to carry out rites that are not due,
to good and kind people,
to the righteous minds,
so lets get rid of them,
dispell them, and their kind.
poem by Paul G Fisher
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Better Tomorrow Today
Today is gone,
Tomorrow is unknown,
A better tomorrow is grown,
Through todays toil and moil.
Through todays toil and moil,
The hidden treasures we'll re-coil
And dig out the gold in the soil.
Unity in mind and work is the only key.
Unity in mind and work is the only key,
The only key that will make us see,
Stop what is pulling us into the sea,
The pull of corruption and egotism.
The pull of corruption and egotism,
Of egocentric leaders lead to tribalism,
Will we ever cease from nepotism?
When will patriotism be part of us?
When will patriotism be part of us?
And we together live in peace with no fears?
Of the ruthless, violent beaconing neighbours,
Let we be of single nationality.
Let we be of single nationality,
Converge our concentration positively
Focusing fully on our future formalities.
By multiplying our efforts and determination.
By multiplying our efforts and determination,
Together we'll achieve our vision'
Of bettering the standards of our nation
And making the 2030 vision a reality.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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American Jesus (live)
I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz I'm not that nationality,
I'm a member of a growing populace,
we enforced our popularity
Then it seemed to be a fire burning
and there are things that drag us down,
but there's a power and a vital presence
that's lurking all around
we've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate,
we've got the American Jesus
he helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
'cuz so few live in the U.S.A,
at least the foreigners can copy our morality,
they can visit but they cannot stay,
only precious few can garner our prosperity,
and it makes us walk with confidence,
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
we've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the American Jesus
overwhelming millions everyday
he's the farmer barren fields,
the force the army wields,
the expressions in the faces
of the starving children,
the power of the man.
the fuel that drives the clan,
the vengeance and the motive
of the murderer
he's the preacher on TV,
the false sincerity,
the form letters that written by
the big computers,
he's the nuclear bombs,
and the kids with no moms
and I'm fearful that
he's inside me.
We've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
overwhelming millions everyday, Yeah!
One nation under God (8x)
song performed by by Simple Plan
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Mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
Are you my friend ?
Are you my plumber ?
Are you my God ?
What do you do ?
Wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street, up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed or feeling loved barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a society all around you. Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul?, where is the love?, where am i?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
which mask are you ?
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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If modernist naturalism were true, there would be no objective truth outside of science. In that case right and wrong would be a matter of cultural preference, or political power, and the power already available to modernists ideologies would be overwhelming.
quote by Phillip E. Johnson
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society ***** FACE MASK FOR SWINE FLU SCARE
April 2009 and beyond
exactly at world hour
time has come
that the pig, the hog, the piglet
the boar, the swine
get back at their obsessed predators
excluding my muslim brods and
my Jewish canadian sniper
but they can't escape the killer flu
floating in the air
the airborne virus outbreak
could grow into fearful pandemic
like another holocaust of Hitler
nazis genocidal tragic past
if W.H.O. can't paralyzed the
magnified phobia against
swine vengeance threat
From outbreak's epicenter -
the country Mexico
to the panic cold countries
victims are caught flat-flooted
before handling face mask
to save lives
before day-count quarantine
for their health imprisonment
don't be paranoid
we can eat yet the holy
grail of pork
the slowly roasted pig
lechon as filipino fixtured dish
in all celebrations wake
its golden brown crunchy skin
juicy white meat
and be aware not to eat
near coughing and sneezing
guests
as you wash your hand
reflect my warn:
let the swines revenge for their rights
as you butchered and feasted their lives!
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Chikungunya
People in hundreds falling sick,
With a strange malady so belligerent,
Never before had they suffered so much,
From any ailment known to them.
It has spread its virulent hooks,
On everyone both young and old,
Hospitals remain flooded with patients,
Scarce in space to accommodate all.
The sickness starts its sudden onslaught,
With fever followed by symptoms many,
Ruddy face and itching skin,
With swollen body and aching limbs,
People move limping lame,
With ankles strained with darting pain.
A terrible fatigue sways over,
And a few develop loss of taste,
Constant nausea strikes a few,
And bowel control - loses some.
Many are plagued by recurring fever,
And bulging sores are found in some.
No body knows what it is,
The cause for it is yet to be traced.
Experts remain greatly confused,
And its remedy still is never devised.
Some call it Chikungunya,
Others name it viral attack,
When Ades mosquitoes stay the culprit,
Pavro Virus is blamed by some.
Dissensions thus hang very loose,
But the truth remains grievously plain.
Blighted it has the lives of thousands,
And left many to die in pain.
Shame that so far nothing is done,
To arrest its outbreak or slacken its pace,
What use it is to slander others
Or put the blame on people in power?
Alas! The suffering is our own make!
And the price to be paid is our dear life!
The falling hygiene and foul habits,
Have laid us in this sorry plight.
(Written in the month of July 2007 in the wake of the outbreak of Chikungunya, raging mad in the state)
poem by Valsa George
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“LIVES” are Priceless
Believe it, humans cost money, they’re profits, and lives aren’t
important:
“It costs to be born, ”
“It costs to live, ”
“It costs to die.”
In the agriculture industry, money comes before being fed.
In the fashion industry, money comes before being clothed.
In the real estate industry, money comes before being sheltered.
In the business industry, money comes before doing without needs.
In the health industry, money comes before saving lives.
In the funeral industry, money comes before burying a life.
Money is the main human sacrifice and those celebrities are the public example; the dramas and appraisers surrounding their lives are preyed upon by tabloids that make earnings about their publicity:
Their charity work, it’s worth bronze.
Their childhood, it’s worth silver.
Adultery exposure, nude images, drugs, DUI, etc. it’s worth gold.
Death or prison sentence, a pandemonium, that’s worth platinum!
Coming into this world you’re paying a price, but what will happen if people can’t afford to buy anymore? Nah, that wouldn’t happen—it’s always will or a way, and even with the different birth control life can’t be eliminated.
poem by Francee Bouvenir
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You are forgotten
Gandhiji* you are forgotten
Your ideology is hijacked and stolen
Seldom have we remembered you even
By and large you are completely gone
You are stranger in your own land
You are lone figure without any friend
You are remembered for going on strike
Demonstrations against pay rise or on price hike
"We follow Ghandhian principles" remains popular slogan
We are true followers and disciples
Only we grab in millions
Still we wear your cap and keep affiliation
Millions rot in streets and die hungry
Population is accustomed to and never go angry
We have money power to purchase votes and remain in power
Tones of grain go in waste as they await rainy showers
Grain must rot but should not go to needy
We will spend billions and still ready
To waste more on plans and developments
With all the care that poor get nothing and resent
You advocated that parties should disband
Power centre should be based at village land
We preferred old slave symbol and maintained status
So in name we are democratic but capitalist as such
Let farmers commit suicide and public properties burn
Let accidents take place and thousands die in turn
We are only interested in amassing wealth
Let public go to hell with their poor health
Gandhiji* we never miss you but in fact garland
Your statue is erected and carved out on sand
You are gone forever but we have monopolized
Gandhian pattern as only excuse to wash ills and stay obliged
Don't shed tears even by mistake as we are committed people
Whole nation lives on borrowed economy and face any trouble
Our national wealth is safe in foreign land as black money
We are the nation next to only few corrupt countries yet hold the key
* Gandhiji… father of Indian nation and popularly known as Gandhiji
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Woman Of High Profile
Men in millions adore my image.
Men in thousands fantasize my figure.
Men in hundreds built their hopes around me.
Men in tens and fives send their proposals.
Much in demand, I am in ecstasy.
Must I marry one and be a spent force?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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