Archive for April, 2011

Twice Life Repeats

 

Our tattered hearts are crowed vessels to hell  anew,
A choice unmade of accord to what is yet,

A vast sea of knowledge with held from young ears.

Innocent eyes traced with uncertainty,

Grave desires for ones so young,

Upwards we stare to a sky filled with hope

A promise unspoken to fall on deaf ears,

From stars as bright as our eyes once were.

To a land, who can’t accept,

No harm will come to the green and gold land of promise.

Judgement follows yearning youths to learn,

An unaffordable law binds us to forever uncertainty.

Wanting more, given less, twice life repeats,

Unsecure your future may be,

How more so when you can’t afford it?

The pendulum of life keeps swinging,

To the last beat of your heart, it encourages,

Something more than what can be earned.

Children we started, criminals we finished.

What was done, wanting a future?

Is that so bad to want an education?

Your backwards laws dictate more than justice.

It dictates life in its earnest.

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Infamous and Irreversible

In a room, you will find no pink walls or purple door

You will find a dark place written with signs of civil war

Beneath your bed, enveloped in fright

Hidden in the gutters till they appear in the night

They’re those petrifying stories your parents told you in bed

That succeeded failure to escape your head

Those were stories of the people painted black,

And infamous White Cloaks who planned to attack.

The White Brotherhood are demons sent from hell,

Given the mission to convey a spell

They will show no mercy till they’ve got their way,

And will show no remorse till they’ve crippled their prey.

There are several colours within a rainbow

Yet these cone headed brutes believe they stand alone.

The change of one voice could be the change of many,

And the form that this could take could be any.

We should not waste our time to ponder and be contrite

For what this time should be used for is for all to unite.

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Asylum Seekers

 

Unseen and forgotten

Seeking help but finding none

Fleeing from one terror to another

With only blind hope to help them along

Who will hear their voices?

Who will listen to the prayers?

 

A strong man sheds tears

Over a child’s uncertain future

A mother mourns

For a baby who has died

A child yearns

For parents who are lost

They all feel so alone

In a crowd of thousands

Won’t someone hear their voices?

Won’t someone listen to the prayers?

 

Watching from the safety of your home

You see the horror and the fear

And see their children cry

But it all seems so far away

When really it’s so close

Will you hear their voices?

Will you listen to the prayers?

 

One voice can make a difference

But whose voice will it be?

Will it be you who speaks up?

For those scared and all alone

Millions are so near

And yet no one will hear their voices?

No one will listen to the prayers?

 

But anyone can make a difference

You could help those in need

All you need to do is care

Hear their voices

Listen to the prayers

Of the unseen and forgotten

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Protest Poem

 

My brother stares up at me;
trying to find the words to recite;
As I watch in agony;
knowing he won’t get it right.

His disability is now in control;
And he’s frustrated with his inability;
On this family it has taken its toll;
Stripping away our stability.

People stare questioning his humanity;
whispering things that make my heart sink;
Their minds clouded with hurtful insanity;
If only they could believe what I think.

When he is wrongly judged next time;
I will show them their not right;
My words put together so sublime;
I shall tell them of his plight.

Changing the mind of just one person;
Can change the mind of many;
it can better not worsen;
His happiness, worth the same as any.

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We All Walk Past

 

We all walk past, a silent distraught

A man in a rotten enslavement

We never give a second thought

To the man lying on the pavement

 

Slumped with sorrow, not a gleam in his eye

A sunken heart, as the days go by

He observes the flow of people go past

He tries to remember a time without fast

 

We all walk past, a silent distraught

A man in a rotten enslavement

We never give a second thought

To the man lying on the pavement

 

He wants to be normal, and have no one stare

He wants people to like him, he wants them to care

People saunter by, without even a glance

why, won’t anyone just give him a chance?

 

We all walk past, a silent distraught

A man in a rotten enslavement

We never give a second thought

To the man lying on the pavement

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The Whale

 

Further out to sea

Then where the waves break

Is where the boat will be,

When they begin to take.

Take from the ocean,

What is not rightfully theirs.

Shortly after the commotion

They become millionaires.

 

What should forever be free,

Is being dragged up ramps.

Respect is the key,

Not dated use by stamps.

They are not to be wasted,

These amazing beings,

Nor to be tasted,

Only for sightseeing.

 

As they flip and fly,

Almost like angels,

They are reducing the supply,

While they stick on price labels.

The boat turned around,

Ready to set sail,

To where only one creature can be found –

The whale.

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The Evolution of Protest

 

It’s become a part of our evolution,

The need to start a revolution.

Our desire to protest is a trait we share,

Whether it’s in the Iraq war or Tiananmen Square.

Protest has created positive change in a number of ways,

If it wasn’t for protest, there’d be no rights for gays.

When part of a guerrilla you must take a stand,

To defeat the popular demand.

Protesters should emulate people like MLK,

He protested for civil rights that still exist today.

Be it Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Pink Floyd or Queen,

Musicians always find a way to rage against the machine.

Through humanity, highs and lows,

Man will always fight against the status quo.

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