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On Independence Day
I declare independence
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms
along with the strategies
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department funding
in the not so secret
of the fair and duly elected
President of Venezuela.
On Independence Day
I have the right to say
we need a new policy.
Therefore, I call
for independence from oil.
I call for windmills
and solar panels
and cool looking hybrid cars
getting 100 miles to the gallon.
I am tired of chanting
No Blood For Oil.
On Independence Day
I look to a nation
involved in war for war's sake
war to simulate the economy
and make our leaders look great
and call for a different fate.
I declare our politicians
give up corporate sponsorship
and live up to this great nation's
propaganda and torture.
on sovereign nations.
I declare transcendence.
I declare we live up to
life, liberty and the pursuit
for all humanity.
I declare world independence
from monarchies, theocracies
and otherwise puppet regimes.
And I declare we all share these
Including the right to assemble
organize and form unions.
Protect the health
of our elders
newborns and the environment.
And I refuse those who would
the same rights as whites
by suppressing their vote
with twelve hour lines
in the blistering cold.
Let us all have our say!
And while I am at it
give the poor a megaphone
on mainstream talk shows
let their voices be heard
in the court of public opinion.
I declare freedom from
billionaire owned media
Let independent democracy
infiltrating the television.
Thus let us all speak our truth
and be protected
from the tyrannical majority
and those empowered by the muzzle.
I declare that our forefathers
envisioned this and much more
in the age of enlightenment.
So that one day
every one of us
on this magnificent planet
regardless of class or culture
national and religious origin
sexual persuasion or gender
would be endowed and empowered
by an independent
human rights agenda.
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Today 15th August, we are celebrating
The 67th Independence day of India.
Has yet to witness the glimpse
Of an enchanting flowering season,
When winds would be flowing
On the rhythms of changing scenes
And Birds and Butterflies
Would show their alluring dances
To every singing and rejoicing souls with wings. 01
I want to celebrate my independence day
And I am trying to bring a smile
On my gloomy face
But, how can I be cheerful and
Relish the celebrations
When the freedom of my country is in peril
And perennial forces surrounding us
Are trying to distract and destroy
The peace and prosperity
Of a developing nation. 02
We can keep on watching
And waiting and believing
O’ Dream makers
Your false promises of dreams
Of a colorful and bright future,
When a large number of dream makers
Are in the drowning deep waters
Of corrupt practices
And some even of crimes
Of serious nature. 03
Many still want to again secure
Their vote banks by dividing people
On caste and religion basis
Even at the cost of the security
Of the nation
And at the cost of the forced drifting
Of innocent inhabitants
Who have left their ancestral homes
In search of peace and a shelter
Away from their dream place and homes
and companions. 04
Many such dream makers
Are standing knee deep
In the intoxicating river of greed
And are carving for
For more and more endless wealth,
For more power with arms and ammunitions’
And above all a bigger chair
From where they can create
Nonsense for the nation. 05
Some dream makers
For their gains and selfish interest
Choose many such persons
Who are down to earth corrupt
With deep colors and marks
On their hands and
Even on their faces too
Which often proves them
As worst criminals. 06
What a pity it is for a nation
That has a mighty and strong army
And a huge young generation
Watching and looking helplessly
The ongoing regular game of enemies
On its borders
And the game of enemies
Who are trying to harm my country
Within the land, in our own borders. 07
Both the outer and inner enemies
Are constantly busy in planning
And in creating
Infiltration and war like scenes
Created by the trained hate mongers
As they work in disguise
Of a peaceful citizen and
In the disguise of a politician. 08
The enemy surrounding the nation
Believes in snatching
Peace not only of my country
And of the Himalayas
But even of the entire earth
And believes in lies and
In violence and destruction
Of every kind
As their masters wishes to
Conquer the earth
Not by spreading Love and Peace
Like Buddha and Jesus
But by Hate and violence
At the cost of every possible destruction
Of humans and even of Nature. 09
But these countries
And the war mongers, who stands on the
Foundation of falsehood and cheating
Do not understand the strength
And courage of our masses and nation and
The moral strength and courage of our
Which is capable to give them
If some day it would be
Necessary for saving the sovereignty
Of this peace loving Nation. 10
Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2013
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The day dawned like any other day
time moving faster than I could
and me still not caring if time stopped altogether
I had no future, I only had yesterday
The dust of broken dreams floating in empty space
only served to remind me I had fallen from grace
with worn out excuses of being so misunderstood.
Then I found my long awaited answer
It came from above and it came from within
shocking me right back into the reality
I had hidden an emotional cancer
with my apathetic shield of armor called skin
It was finally the hour to forgive my sin
to let go of the past, learn to live again
I no longer need to follow my shadow
It can follow me if it can keep up the pace
I have a crystal clear view from my window
of my gratitude exploding in a splendid array
at being given a chance to win my own race
I am at peace; today is my independence day
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We are Tausug Nation
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed
Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land
Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death
Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed
Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time
Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered
Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West
Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared
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Why to Sulu you cannot grant?
To Sulu you don’t mind!
Sulus cried for once!
Sulus need to embrace then…
Until this shall not achieve
Still the march towards it!
Sulus need this to happen
United Nations please do what is due to them!
Freedom and independence
Are basic human rights
For the Sulu to regain!
Should other nations feel
What was their will to have their freedom?
They could have felt how Sulus
Wanted to be like them!
Do not add time to waste lives!
Please act to help Sulu stateless nation!
This could be done by United Nations?
Justice! Justice! Justice!
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To my fellow Americans,
during this 4th of July.
I have a thought.. . Here's why…
When we salute our flag
ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
is sinking in "quicksand."
This is because. From God...
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
and an "immorality force ."
Much ungodliness continues to rule.
As God has been
removed from our schools!
We hear of "separation of
church and state."
Anything of God...
Many people seem to hate!
America! Listen to what
this message is about!
Everything of God is
slowly being taken out!
We must return to Jesus!...
He gives true freedom indeed!.
The truth word of God’s .
Our country must read!
Living for God is worth the cost!
America is forever lost!
By Jim Pemberton
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It is fifty now
Yet what a pity now
It is difficult to say how
But at last you can't wait to shout wow!
Prior to independence were dead stones without ears
Ere half their days in a dark world and wide
Dancing to the rhythm of extortionist leadership for years
Wow! thank God for independence to confide
Optimism was our next option
But could nepotism ever let this option function?
creating a pseudo leadership and fellowership in duo
Oh what a pathetic status quo
Still swinging to sweep the days of the traitors
Their songs are wrong for these days
Let's blend their rhythm with our composition
And create a new song for her
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As October 1 approaches, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………
I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.
So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.
I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.
I am 53, please celebrate me.
I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,
so I crush my best brains in the caverns,
craters and crevasses they crash into daily.
I am in unending mourning, please celebrate me.
My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.
I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.
All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.
I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future, please celebrate me.
Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.
All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.
I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;
and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,
please celebrate me.
For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.
But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.
When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.
My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.
I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.
I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please celebrate me.
My youth have no past, present nor future.
So my sons in the North have become street urchins;
and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.
My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.
My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;
while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .
I am grief-stricken, please celebrate me.
Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.
They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes
They have looted the future of generations unborn;
and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,
but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness, please celebrate me.
I can produce anything, but import everything.
So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;
my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;
my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;
my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;
my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.
My taste is far-flung and foreign, please celebrate me.
My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;
flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;
my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;
my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.
My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence, please celebrate me.
I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.
So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.
I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,
so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,
but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.
I have hundreds of dams, but no water.
So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.
I need a vision, please celebrate me.
I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,
but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.
I have no power, but choose to flare gas,
so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of Unclad flares.
I am shrouded by darkness, please celebrate me.
For my golden jubilee,
I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.
So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;
drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?
I am profligacy personified, please celebrate me.
Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?
Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?
Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?
Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul
Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?
And is failure worth celebrating?
I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME.
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As the pride of our continent
rolls out her drum of independence
With great achievements clearly evident ;
to groove an extreme life of Indulgence
She blows the trumpet from her resident
Once enslaved,now liberated
She dances ethusiastically in triumph
Her vigour and victory no longer defeated;
Gradually as she outgrows her nymph
and mounts up on platform elevated
Her days ahead are even more green
Though now myopic to see the Big screen
She'll win her spurs if only we get really keen;
and quit venting on her our spleen
but esteem her as a Queen
blame her not for the on-goings in her abode
nor openly tag her good-for-nothing dry bone
encourage her instead to keep up with the high-way code;
and she'll sooner become the chief corner stone
yelling out in a more cheerful tone
Call her not a nonentity
for she firmly stands as a true identity
she yearns for true diplomats to uphold her dignity;
as she gradually unfolds her creative ability
to nurture heroes of her nativity
I mean Her, our country NIGERIA
a nation envied from afar by foreigners
endowed with so great a treasure on every area;
birthing diverse calibre of World-class designers
Hoist the Flag as you go for Goals,NIGERIA!
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As We Celebrate Independence Day…
At this time, which we celebrate our independence.
Perhaps we should look at this country’s dependence.
It’s like we want to be independent of God’s commands.
And have brought a dependence of evil all over the land.
Do we have the freedom that helped us get started?
Or has the freedom we once enjoyed, long departed?
We’ve allowed a tide of wickedness upon our shores!
And have no idea what God’s freedom is meant for!
Only Jesus can give us the freedom that we need.
Only he can break the bondage of lust and greed!
Only he can bring a salvation and hope that will help us!
Before the corruption begins to fill and overwhelm us!
Only he can provide the freedom from the bondage of sin!
And bring a peace and stability to our lives again!
Through Christ, there is no God and man separation!
Only his blood can cleanse the heart of this nation!
During this Independence Day, here’s the question;
“Have you thought about going in God’s direction?”
Through Christ, independence can be a daily experience.
You can be changed by his power and glorious appearance!
Dear Lord Jesus, as we begin our celebration…
May we honor you, as the God of our nation!
By Jim Pemberton