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You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

Your legacy lives on, hope was born t

TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,
Some might say it’s better to take the respect then to earn it;

Because we learn to be mean,
But not how to lean,
We learn to bust,
But not how to trust;

The system creates justice,
But not how to trust us,
Because we make the right moves,
But we don’t know how to choose;

This is the system that molds us,
The system we use to stand,
But for the few that break through this,
We will make our demand.

Rainbow ButterfliesAll men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!

Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul

All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?

Yet, a lot of th

Left Behind?Have you heard about the Sisters of Camelot?
It’s a story that’ll make your stomach rot
They talk a hip lefty non-profit* jive
*Though they ditched that principle in 2005
The tale involves scabbing and union busting,
In all thought and acts the bosses were disgusting
Of workers’ rights they care not

The management team were in quite a fit
Their canvassers were Wobblies and they wanted to talk for a bit
Instead of responding to this good faith will to negotiate
The management embraced the practice of the arbitrate
They could talk with the canvassers and listen
But instead ordered them out of the soup kitchen
Such a response

Snowy Days and Drunken KidsHere we are- barricaded in the broken down bric-a-brac store,
With gloomy eyes and examples of perfect abrasiveness,
There they all stand- bulging stomachs and bulging pockets,
Heavy from the work load, of another stealing day.
That day-like today- with snowy tendrils and monster, limb-gnawing winds,
With the grotesque kitten-like mewling gurgling sounds,
That often erupt from a stomach, now empty,
It’s contents of underage drinking and toffee cake now on the floor.
And here- its parents, wailing in some corner of the room,
One a beaten, broke woman, spewing acid as she sings,
The other a man, his fists in balls and his bruises shown,
Like medals across his face.
It is days like these, these snowy days,
That I’ve learnt to hate the most.

Pequenos Detalles Además de las veces en las que por cansancio después de una larga jornada de ejercicio no podía ver con claridad, nunca tuve buena vista. Supongo que este es el colmo del detallista, tanto resquebrajo, tantas pecas, tantos borrones, tantas cicatrices, tantos defectos que surcaron mi vida sin yo nunca percatarme de ellos. Lo cierto es que nunca tuve buena vista, de lejos nunca pude distinguir entre un 0 y una persona, y de cerca solo veía la esencia de lo que fuese que observase, veía autos pero no veía transportes, veía gente pero no veía personas, veía pinturas pero no veía arte, veía letras pero no veía palabras, veía caras pero no veía rostros. Nunca me afectó, nací con este defecto y bien viví viendo lo que podía ver, no puedo decir que era feliz ya que sentía que me perdía de todo lo que rozaran mis ojos, motivo por el cual un d

BNPBNP

A face in the crowd
Unlike your own
Your mind fills with dread
And you fear a time
When white isn’t right

So at the next election
You vote for the BNP
No more than pseudo Nazi’s
There the only ones that understands you
The only ones who care

They gain your vote by fear
Distortion of imagery
And twisting of truths
They make you believe
Without showing proof

Focussing on insecurities
They prey on the weak
Convincing you it’s all “their” fault
They have taken your jobs
Their the reason your poor

All the fascist propaganda
Spreads throughout the land
Turning neighbour against neighbour
To suit their own ends

One worldOne world, one culture
That is the future
Pushing us together
To make us all the same
United under one flag
All part of the USA

From Beijing to Zagreb
They’ll all drink coke and smile
All languages will fall to one
A coarse American tongue
Soon the day will come
Where Mother no longer understands Son

The subliminal jack boot marches
Expanding the empire
Where many armies have faltered
Ronald enters unhindered
In Moscow’s Red Square
The colonel sells his fare

Globalisation
Wraps us all in one blanket
Smothered by the same ideals
Culture is lost
In the name of convenience
Every city is a clone

Soon we must act
To stop monocult

Nuclear FutureNuclear Future

News time is here again
I recognise that guy
The one with the smile our beloved PM
The man with the grin concealing the lie

He’s on our screens to show us the way
He’s being honest this time
Or so he does say
Now that he’s dealt with terror and crime
Now saving the Environment is his new crusade

At this news I perk up and wonder
Can he be serious in this plan he does forge
The man who made the Iraq blunder
Is the decision made without a nudge from George?

Alas my hopes for change soon die
His plan to go nuclear is more than just wrong
Again he stands their, Again he lies
He says nuclear technology had real

An Old Way of Doing ThingsA man does not break
Boots laced, he marches on

His smile might turn down
But he won't even break step

When his blood flows forth
He will wrap it away

He doesn't stop to clean it
That's not what the bandage is for

It's to soothe the minds of those
That might feel the pain he won't show

His smile returns
His past is tucked away

Worshiping a new GodWorshiping a new God

Cast away your texts and scriptures
Burn the churches and the mosques
The Stock Market is your guide now
The corporations your saviour

Look up; Look up to the scrapers of the sky
Marvel at these bastions of commerce
These Idols of the capitalist dwarf the little guy
The modern priest’s who dwell within play with the fates of men

Teach the children to worship their possessions
The more they have the better
Remove the sense of guilt they feel
Remind them of this mantra
As long as I feel ok the world can go to hell

Need you not the care of another
Nor the shelter of a tree
You can pollute your seas and rivers now
F

All 'isms'אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרת
מצאו שרידים
זרעים של גראס
עד פה הדמיון
אך שאלתו פתוחה
ועוד השאלה חופרת
האם לתת

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Assimilation

by ~that70show4, Mar 19, 2009, 3:01:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

Assimilation
         Day by day
                  They strip away
                                            P   I   E   C   E      by     P   I   E   C   E
                                              L I T T L E         by      L I T T L E
    Who I am is being overrun

Away from MY tribal life
                   MY family
                   MY clothes
                   My language
                   MY food
                   MY rights!

I long to dance under the sun
To feel its warm rays on my body

I’m spiralling downwards
To a depth so deep
                      unfathomable
                      desolate
                      bottomless
                      barren
                      cavernous
                      unforgiving
                      sinister

As I fall, I try to scream but I don’t make a sound
Even if I did, they wouldn’t hear it
In the hands of my enemies
They took everything I have and now
                                                            they are taking who I am

Is it possible to take away from someone, what they are?

So far away from my family
        Residential schools
    “Aggressive civilization”
I want to be apart
I long to dance under the moon and stars
        O v e r w h e l m   M e

What creature am I of this?
Alive?
Dead?
A sickness?
What is it that you see me as?
Humanity? What has it become? Was it always like this?
Does it change by your view, on who is considered human?
                                                                              Less then a human?
                                                                              A monster?
                                              Are   You    Afraid   Of   Us?
Stared me down with a mocking visage
                                      taunting
                                      scornful
                                       cutting

Assimilation:
Extinguish the noise
                                 But the evil echoes still

Assimilationby ~that70show4

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2009-2013 ~that70show4

Despite the great economic boom of hte 1920s, many Canadians did not enjoy the prosperity or the good times. Group: Aboriginal people.

~robert-kim-karen Apr 6, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

Just, WOW.

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~that70show4 Apr 6, 2009

Thank you

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~robert-kim-karen Apr 6, 2009 Hobbyist Photographer

Your welcome. Powerful piece of writing.

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~that70show4 Apr 7, 2009

Thank you again

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~that70show4 Apr 6, 2009

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