As against the "invisible hand" of Adam Smith, there has to be a visible hand of politicians whose objective is to have the kind of
society that is caring and humane. I worked to put this view of social justice into effect throughout my years in office.
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Behind Every Gross Appearance Has Invisible Subtle!
Isn't it true
neither moon nor universe, not
even I or you are visible without the
invisible in us.
Visible all are, only because of
that more invisible in us! Behind every visible gross
appearance, there is more
invisible subtle appearance,
When we look at the picture,
We usually forget the canvas,
When watching a TV program, usually we can't see how
invisible electrons produce the
image.
I cannot see my own face,
just as God hides his face to us...
Therefore, could it be that we
have one and the same face?
our face is one of His face,
Yet as he can look at his other
faces using one that he can't see,
We are looking at our other faces
using this one, That we can't see,
This is the truth that The God
uses this face to look at other
faces! Yet we visible to that invisible,
And we are visible only due to
that invisible ground on which
whole world play,
World itself is visible face of that
invisible face, Every life become visible only
because of that who hides is face
behind beauty and ugly faces
alike!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hand I Offer
the hand i offer,
the hand of peace.
the caring hand,
the giving hand,
the get dirty hand,
the pull you up hand,
the work with you hand,
walk beside you hand,
the companion hand,
the communion hand....
the hand i offer,
....without conditions!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hand
only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen
bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...
feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...
the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Other Hand...
the black man's hand,
the poor man's hand.
the Muslim hand, the Jewish hand...
the gay man's hand,
the working man's hand,
the ex-convict's hand,
the farmer's hand, the garbage man's hand...
the Christian's hand, the atheist's hand,
the father's hand, the soldier's hand,
the peacemaker's hand,
the healer's hand, the teacher's hand,
the prodigal's hand, even the murderer's hand...
the victim's hand, the broken hand,
the praying hand, the touching hand...
all, when extended,
feel like my other hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which they live, but also about the intensely social character of their interior lives. Ultimately, it can propel people toward social emancipation.
quote by Salvador Dali
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Injustice In Politics
white collar crime is
immoral an injustice
that many countries
have corrupted allowed
to breed multiply infest
their codes legal systems
bedrock middle working classes
should both teach their children
honour pride dignity of honest
workers is never for sale;
politicians are servants
of the people the nation
their goal in politics
cannot be to amass
wealth for themselves
at the cost of a nations
pride causing poverty
for our fellow citizens;
God said the master
to the slave is equal
politicians today need
to remember history
previous past generations
humane great leaders
who worked
not for themselves
who worked
for the good
of their nation
their people;
who believed in
peace at home
peace in the world
if we continue
to allow disease
white collar crime
to amass millions
billions illegally
for putrid debased
individuals never tried
for heinous greed crimes
upon society perpetrated;
then how can
our nations prosper
when the fat
of the land
is stolen
not shared
people need hope
belief in equal justice
in their nations laws;
people are not
animals they need
a little appreciation
the odd luxury
for themselves
their children
left with nothing
but bare bones
lean nasty blamed
for their own
unemployment
misery poverty;
risks not just
broken lives
but a cold hard
mean day
of accounting
rage vented
a little compassion
goes a long way
justice equality for all
solves many problems
before they crisis arise
time world governments
address the real issues
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Full Of Life, Now
FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your
comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with
you.)
poem by Walt Whitman
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Hand-Me-Down!
got my hand-me-down boots,
and my hand-me-down jeans.
my broke down hand-me-down hat,
doing hand-me-down things.
my hand-me-down fire,
and my hand-me-down pot.
take a hand-me-down chair,
i'll share what i've got.
got some hand-me-down thoughts,
a couple of hand-me-down songs.
i've got a hand-me-down heart
that wont leave you alone.
we'll talk about hand-me-down freedom,
and hand-me-down truth....
in this hand-me-down world,
it's just me and you!
in this hand-me-down world....
paying hand-me-down dues!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Theory of Evolution in Islam
The holy Koran supports
Theory of evolution
But it opines that
God has created human at first
In a different way
Since humans are His best creation
The angels took mud from the earth
To God’s main court in paradise
Then God expanded His visible glow
So that the angels can see His body
And make a body like His body with it
But the angels were unable
To make the face
Because God’s body
Is the most beautiful thing
Consequently
God’s body made the face
Of Adam with His own hand
And gave finishing touch
Then he breathed into
Adam’s body a soul
And Adam became alive
Afterward
God created Eve
From a bone of Adam’s breast
By necessary genetic mutations.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Humane Great Political Leaders?
God said the master
to the slave is equal
politicians today need
to remember history
previous past generations
humane great leaders
who worked
not for themselves
who worked
for the good
of their nation
their people
who believed in
peace at home
peace in the world
Splitting image from the poem ‘Injustice In Politics’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Justice
For those who reap us of thousands of grand’s
Lavish their wealth on treasures of the land
Justice often does us no right on this stand
For it gives the culprits only a helping hand
Justice is sometimes wrong
Justice is meant to be honour
Justice is sometimes strong
Justice is meant to be society’s formidable cure
With words I can create drama
With written words I cannot stammer
But Justice will do us no right in this drama
For I am called black but I got a white mama
In vain I see no reasonable sense
In this precluded abstract nonsense
And as Justice wears again its white robes
I sincerely hope that it will always accurately probe
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Early Works - Caring
Caring is about the little things
tears on a sunny day
for friends who may have gone away.
Caring, a word with such expression
when times are hard
the out stretched willing helping hand.
Caring a thing, we cannot always see,
but it’s nice to know
that there is always someone there.
Caring something, we always need
a cherished thought
by someone, anyone who cares.
4 October 1979
poem by David Harris
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Virtue Vs Evil
Wherever you are wherever you go
I will go with you hand in hand
A faltered state of agony and lust
I will go with you hand in hand
Vying for the amelioration of offspring
I will go with you hand in hand
Injecting an age-long flight from right
I will go with you hand in hand
The endearment of wealth and spendthrift
I will go with you hand in hand
Wherever is the wretched face of human lure
I will go with you hand in hand
The pitfall of human lot has waged a spiritual war
I will go with you hand in hand
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Bug
bug
' there are many to bear'
bug
They are invisible as air
bugs
Are they social [what did Aristotle say? ]
Do you know who's bugging you today?
poem by Yvette Smith
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We must never relinquish the vision of a humane society and a humane world.
quote by Kjell Magne Bondevik
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Hand That Helps
Hand in hand you clap
Encourage others and solder you tap
Hand alone can be used for slap
In backward direction you step
Hand that build nation
Hand that develops relation
Hand that pulls the cart
And finally hands make you smart
Hand covers your eyes
Yet people look at and try
Hands that comes to rescue
Allow few people to view
Surge ahead with waving hand
Make all to follow and make friends
See to it that you are constant with trend
See the joy in life at the end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Orbiting goes On
what kind of society
can't providework for all,
what kind of commuinty,
can't find places for the homeless,
what kind of society has no obligation
for all the sick, crippled and infirm,
what kind of community agrees
to let some have so much more than they can use
while others not enough to live on,
what kind of society does not honor its agreements
with old aged, one parent children and orphans,
because of bad planning
what kind of community lets its neighbors starve
while others have more than enough,
what kind of family is not involved in education
to stamp out ethnic and gender discrimination,
what kind of society thrives on unemployment,
what kind of society is indifferebt to suicide,
what kind of family lets their children use and sell dope,
what kind of society lets pollution destroy the atmospheres
what kind of planet can survive this way,
and goes in search for other life
and still calls it self a democracy and democratic
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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That Other Maud Muller
Maud Muller worked at making hay,
And cleared her forty cents a day.
Her clothes were coarse, but her health was fine,
And so she worked in the sweet sunshine
Singing as glad as a bird in May
'Barbara Allen' the livelong day.
She often glanced at the far-off town,
And wondered if eggs were up or down.
And the sweet song died of a strange disease,
Leaving a phantom taste of cheese,
And an appetite and a nameless ache
For soda-water and ginger cake.
The judge rode slowly into view--
Stopped his horse in the shade and threw
His fine-cut out, while the blushing Maud
Marveled much at the kind he 'chawed.'
'He was dry as a fish,' he said with a wink,
'And kind o' thought that a good square drink
Would brace him up.' So the cup was filled
With the crystal wine that old spring spilled;
And she gave it him with a sun-browned hand.
'Thanks,' said the judge in accents bland;
'A thousand thanks! for a sweeter draught,
From a fairer hand'--but there he laughed.
And the sweet girl stood in the sun that day,
And raked the judge instead of the hay.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Destiny
Destiny
not in your hand
My dear judge
be transparent
if you are intelligent.
Remember, my dear judge
you are not migratory
and floating to fillup belly
you are to give delivery
justice if you are wise.
Only for deliverance of justice
you are there in the society.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I hate unemployment
I hate to be unemployed.
I used to think that I am a smart graduate.
I entered into University with a lot of hard works,
and I wish to become a success career lady one day.
I worked for 15 years plus,
but I am not a successful office lady.
Due to office politics,
I quit my job due to angers and hatred.
Actually I start to regret,
because I have been unemployed for 2 years and 3 weeks.
I wish to go back to work.
I wish to receive my monthly salary by every month end.
If I have salary on hand,
by month end I will go to shopping.
I will go for a facial treatment at least twice a month.
I may join gym and learn yoga everyday after work.
I may join slimming course.
But now I am unemployed.
I have spent mostly all my savings.
I applied more than 500 jobs in these 2 years.
God know what had happened towards me!
My name is ruined.
My reputation is gone.
I have no professionalism and integrity in the public
because my name is greatly ruined.
I cried.
I cry.
I was depressed.
I am depressed.
I am undergoing depression treatments.
Who care me?
Instead who care me!
I cry. I cry and I cry...
poem by Grace Chen
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