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Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!
Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.
Waiting for the light in the window
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness
Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!
A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body
He wants to know something!
A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle,
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!
The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near ...in front the room...
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless!
Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
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Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.
Now I look back to think….
Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.
Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.
I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.
Reading the terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!
As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.
To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.
Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.
I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?
I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.
Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”
Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.
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Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
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the young zealot rips his foe
limb from bloody limb. . .
From his parents’ TV drones
more talk of terrorism.
in their own worlds -
thrilling for the kill. . .
can they learn compassion?
kids playing games
like “Modern Warfare”. . .
how can violence stop?
A tanka with questionku chasers
for Yasmin Khan's Video Games Played Poetry Contest
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Slaughters, murders, brutal
World stands bereft, blood
To gloom and despair, never ending
stop and fear, we all are at chase.
Neither the demons nor the devils,
mankind is inflicted by its own
Relations are loosening, altruism is
For being mother, daughter, wife,
lady is paying a huge cost.
Rich-poor alas!! an old thought...
neither I will mention.
Taliban, Alkaida, terrorism...
Ohhh they are all human invention.
Stop, I apprehend the dooms day.
Vaccilating like pendulum on death-
the Humans lay.
Love each other, let the love prevail,
as what may be the race...
love can never fail.
c: copyright reserved.
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Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.
Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.
Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.
Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.
Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )
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Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's
Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man
What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams
For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you
For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow
Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun
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They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
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if you support this copy and paste to your page, you have my permission.
problem by problem 1x1
your going to solve them.
scared straight, the television show holding your children hostage on television
that is more illigal than torture in america
they are 55 years old and sending 12 year olds to a place they wouldnt want to be.
would the closest adjacent state starting with a letter closest to A
please stand up
those are your people
in your country
in need of your aid.
send half the police force in a time span of three days
to assist your neighbors kill the people terrorising children
go to wall mart, buy a gun if you have to
show up in record numbers with your information straight
and shoot every single one of them involved in that war crime
then go home
when your there, lie about where your from, your name, etcetera
drive over there, kill them, go home and laugh...
there is also a problem in alberta
calgary and edmonton alberta
they have denied torture victoms amnesty
would british columbia please stand up
send half of your police over to help in a time span of three days
dont ask, just show up.
thats not canada, that is not canadian, that is not allowed
put it on the news
this is what they did, this is what they didnt do
these are the explanations of people who can explain themselves
and this is what we are going to do about it....
now would saskatchewan please stand up
when british columbia begins to go home, you will send in a third of your police in a period of four days.
get your information right on the news as it goes, dont do it underground all sneaky
do it right in their face with a huge thats not how i run my ship
then your coming to alberta and you are going to murder the police and doctors
involved in the torture and terrorism of myself
that took place over the past 17 years
please check out my youtube page http://www.youtube.com/troynelson2011
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accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
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A brisk ride with a little known uncle,
to a gathering of loved ones, reunited,
quickly turns to a journey of hell.
Torn away from her home,
she is subjected to a horrifying
world of depravity and terrorism.
On a country backroad,
with no one to witness,
her chastity is torn away,
along with ripped clothing and flesh.
Struggling for freedom, fighting for breath,
she strains against their hands.
They violate her tiny body with their own.
She screams and cries out for "Momma."
The tears flood her tiny eyes.
With no one to save her,
this nightmare is real.
Each movement brings forth more pain,
seeping to her very core.
She endures the ghastly assault
from the demented couple, she does survive.
Back on the road, with drugs prevailing
the truck comes to a violent stop.
She runs to her earthbound savior
with wings of denim and an old red truck.
He rescues what is left of her angelic being,
kept safe until the enforcers present.
She now battles, not for her life, but her mind.
The outer scars will fade with time,
but his face and voice will haunt her
and live in her nightmares from now on.
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(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:
Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.
He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.
After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.
In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.
Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.
He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.
Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.
On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.
Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.
His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.
In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.
On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:
‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.
Tell my people that I love them.
They must continue the fight.’
Mahlangu died for a cause!
The Struggle Continues…
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
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This is a hate Crime Rhyme
Opposing all of he or she who passed a veto
I will slam everyone in the House of Representatives
Away with the “HATE CRIME” law
Global Politicians waste our time
A race on who gets down dirty and raw
Crying we are all equal under the same law
I plead the fifth, if you care
All you posers are so unfair
You give me more time because you do not like my hair
You crazy politics say "stop doing that!"
Opening the eye's for us to perceive life very offensively
Piling up this world with your bull crap!
Once again, hating is all I see
I have a low tolerance for politicians on TV
Law and order makes me shout
Every law article in the news
Is about a politician giving out a poor interview
Boo who on who's attacking or threatening who
All you polluters do is boast
Hey, you politicians all of you I loath
The more government spreads protection
How I hate the ones who abuse the situation
All you polluters create a bigger "Hate Crime."
Passing out particular laws igniting more intimidation
Tired of trying to live up to your expectation
I am giving you my perception
Viewing all your sour reputations
Always debating and telling us what to do
There is nothing brave about you
You think you are doing what is best for us
You cowards do not understand where we are coming from
Instead of embracing us, you continue to lose our trust
All of today's politics, are nothing compared to yesterday’s trick
Age, race, notational origin, the list goes on and on
A conflict in our free society
Gender, religion, to disability
In this, I see no promotion in opportunity
All you perpetrators are inflicting,
Damage to our physical and emotional unity
All you so called leaders take a stand
Offer us something we really need to understand
Polluting all of Gods nations
With your "censored" label that this is your political land
You lunatics want us to consider all sides
Pretending to be friendly to cover our hides
Put a sock in your hypocritical politicians fool
Bomb the heck out of them __
For use terrorism as their # 1 tool
We got what it takes to send our enemy to oblivion
You Oxy morons, the government you do not know how to run!
For all this hate is just a silly sound
Politicians you are just a swift in a nuke frown
Do not come and put your stupid signs on my ground
HATE IS HOW YOU POLITICS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND and ROUND!
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I was a Valkyrie on your side,
Till you showed your true colors-
you had done nothing but lied-
A typical White house resident,
Just another screwed up president
American's die for your belligerence
Under pretend ideologies and wars-
Under your uncaring indifference...
only thing that matters is Phallic
differences- look in the mirror
and pull up your drawers
Laws have to be passed, while people
go hungry, losing their jobs, dying
and you're the one's making all the money.
Playing with and talking about MY fate,
over 500 dollars worth of clams on a plate,
some caviar and 1800's champagne.
Trillions of dollars towards wars
and yet, no one scores.
Well, except the "enemy"
who kill our best friends and family.
all over some damn crude, or terrorism
Or WMD that never even existed.
Yes, our world leaders all suck,
it's has been a very long time
since We The People have had any luck.
There was once a decent man
long ago, named Abraham Lincoln...
but even he, did not hold the key.
Strike ye Heralded Harvard pricks out
For there is not a single doubt
that we peasants can do without
another worthless, idiot, lying "devout".
For the "I Hate Politicians" contest by Nate Dilts
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In the midst of seasons the sun was hiding.
At first I cried but then I faced the light
-and I was only a spark of life's fire-
through the chinks of my eye.
From my first name until the last
I've been called a thousand times
I've been told a thousand lies
from my first time until the last.
Escape's destiny was not a choice
-roads were already there-
as I was leaving past behind
along with wounded flags and songs
to no country I belonged
as I ran into the wild.
Fear's power became mine
and I slept on bed of dawn
reaching my ancient route, touching my naked ego
softly as a fly
breathing the air from the inside
from citie's terrorism I survived
Lying on nature's nest like a bird,
like a bird child.
My senses binded were with the wild
-wild senses I let them fly-
and while I delivered my crown to earth's judgement
I knew I was no glorious queen,
I was alive.
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Where does it all end?
It ends Where Love begins.
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Words like the above seem to be fading
Now days being courteous is outdated
Who would’t like someone who is always quick to say “thank you” or “please”?
That would give your day peace and be at ease.
Some may say that in this dog-eat-dog world where there is aggression.
No one has time for face to face conversation.
Being courteous will make you a likeable person.
We should be being kind and courteous is a way to make the tough times a little more
bearable for everyone.
It’s also the right thing to do.
Plus it is true.
Terrorism have become something we all have to face in one form or the other.
We are really sisters and brothers.
Common courtesy is essential.
It is being polite and in our society is vital.
Rude behavior usually results from selfishness
Be nice and get blessed.
Expect nothing in return, not even a smile.
Just remember it won’t hurt if you go that extra mile.
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It is Incredible to see famine in all the places, on earth, in heavens and underneath the earth.
Various lives in each kingdoms are crying for bailout package;
The animals , human, even the ants, are demanding for bailout;
The birds in heavens, the fishes in the sea and the dead bodies underneath the earth are not left out.
Protesting for their stolen rights to be restored and a total removal of famine.
What a world of protest and bail out we created for ourselves?
Sleeping with one eye closed and one eye opened has become new security measure.
Land and sea that supposed to yield its kinds are into serious famine.
All creatures, are now fasting as a result of famine YOU brought upon land and sea.
Homes of the poor, famine is biting harder than ever before; the ants that eats from home are starving of hunger, aquatic animals are dying, herdsmen are now eating sheep meals.
The bridge of success has been broken; replaced with struggles and hawking in the streets of all nations.
Hawking yes! Our bodies in streets under a dark blue lights, where both literates and illiterates are equal.
I am driven to famine by YOU.
Famine made me to do what you all called terrorism, kidnapping, suicide bomber that you invented and now condemned with one side of your lips.
In my famine, you employed me to destroy innocent people, properties of nations and made more monies for yourselves.
The more you drive me into famine, the more my bile is split.
Calling for famine is calling for war and calling for war is calling for more famine.
Stop political greedy war, democratic famine war in all nations will stop.
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe
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Ode to the people of Norway
O, the darkness has descended on a paradise
Of Norway’s bounties of nature
On the people living a quiet life
Not concerned about the politics ever
A drug addict, calling himself a warrior
Taking pride of being a savior of Europe
Unmindful of the death toll of the young
Rejoicing in the tears falling from their eyes
A Hitler has raised his ugly head up
Polluting the minds of the old and the young.
But trying to take a refuge to insanity
Taking drugs to make himself efficient and awake
Priding over to start war for years sixty
Pleading not guilty to terrorism namesake
Though confessing to bombing and rampage
But remaining unaffected by what happened
Thus his plea assures him of future court hearings
By the attacks Norway is riveted with rage
By Breivik’s paranoid writings stunned
Hundreds thronged the courthouse proceedings.
With tears in their eyes people paid homage
To the victims laying roses a few feet deep
While the killer faces 21 years in prison
The stiffest sentence can be given by a Norwegian judge
His lawyer says the whole case suggests his client is insane
The Royal couple consoled people and tears shed
The prime minister called it a national tragedy
And summed it up “evil can never defeat a nation”
The killer may enjoy Halden, the luxurious jail in the world
Where cells have flat TV and designer furniture facility.
* I wrote this poem two years back when the tragedy took place. Not posted anywhere
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win
Contest: Ode (Old/new) poetry by SKAT Love
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Life I’ve fully lived you, I regret not
To me this poison isn’t new, I regret not
Loyalty is my passion and sincerity my religion
If anguish and pain grew, I regret not
Lust, greed, jealousy and prejudice
Bigotry, extremism, terrorism, caprice
The devilish deeds in the name of religion
How they lure, how they entice
I’ve learnt to subdue my desires, I regret not
I’ve no ruby and sapphires, I regret not
It’s love alone I treasure most
The evil has built empires, I regret not
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domestic terrorism creeping
Violating homeland security
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Theist have HOLY belief
Natural calamity is catastrophic
No saviour can tame Nature’s wrath
Terrorist have ONLY belief
Bomb blasts are more devastating
No ‘intelligence’ can rein Terror's bloodbath
Common Man is in LONELY Catch-22 disbelief
Is Terrorism fatal or Nature’s fury final ?
For safety Pray to whom ... Terrorist or Nature ?
Moved by plight, GOD too is praying for EARLY relief
Wishing Terror in under HIS control and not of Satan
And Rest-in-Peace "Terror", with wreath of PEACE
( Entry for Poetry Soup Contest - October 2010)
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They left with happy faces
They were people from
They boarded with their cases
Packed them into their spaces
The beautiful MH370 took off
Like the ball in golf
Just like a playoff
That i will be a tragedy they
never thought of
There last words were "alright
Everything seemed alright
We thought it would be a
That we would hear of its
arrival during the morning light
Indeed you never know
The last time you will
se someone and again say hello
But that was a painfull way to
What a hard unforgettable blow
Tears brimmed our eyes
Hoping they were just lies
Waited for updates from sunset
And the World was loud,louder
Hijacking,sabotage were the
The mental health of the pilots
were the liabilities
Terrorism the act of hostility
Not knowing the reality
Our hearts felt like they were
wrapped in a blanket of nails
Pain erupted from each side of
the body for no details
Like a farmer who always fails
Hoping the end will be like the
It was still the missing plane
To find it know one knew when
Like a flower the feeling
blossomed of pain
We just hoped to see the loved
Our hope was then flushed
By the heartbreaking news with
pain we felt stuffed
When we heard some even
That in the indian ocean it
BY ME. :)
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ABOUT THE PRESS
The media, the press was established as an institution to fight for humanity and human right as well. To serve as a mediator between the people underground and the so called ruling class, thus between those at top and those at low, the rich and the poor, and that checking and balancing government. But this was not the case; the media was discriminatory, barbaric, partial and selfish. For instance what one could describe as glorious in Africa is always portrait as mysterious by the press. They always ignored the good things about Africa, Arabia, Latin America etc, and created a monster out of them, made them inferior in the eyes of the world, as if they were not part of the world or the human society. Whiles other mysterious things which happened in the west were hidden. For instance there were foolish monarchs in Europe who were spending lavishly on stupid things and billions on issues like toppling of other leaders in the Middle East, Africa, south Asia and Latin America; they spend on luxuries, expensive royal weddings and ceremonies and so on. Whiles women and children were suffering in Africa, Asia and Latin America. But the media kept quit and were always criticizing Africa, china, Arabia, and Latin Americas of being undemocratic. Even animals were given media attention than what a fellow man from other part of the world could do. Because of racism, where one comes from, the religious group he belongs to, and was seen as minority in the human society, and was always ignored and abused. They then protect the image of politicians, religious leaders and so called rich men in the society and ignored those who really needed their help because they were poor. Instead of being there for the poor, they took bribes from politicians, for they were selfish and greedy in gaining and taught about them selves alone, they does that to please these so called ruling class in other to win awards and rewards at the end, if one fall as a victim then he deals with that alone, but we all belongs to the human society, and all these human institutions are there for us all, but not for some group of people who claims to be the ruling class. Before one could become a leader, it is the same people who are seen as inferior, who chooses them and make them who they are. Nobody cares about anybody, the rich becomes richer and the poor, poorer, the main reason of the press is being undermined, because of corrupt, selfish character and evil deeds of other humans. For instance whiles Osama Bin Laden was seriously criticized by the western media, and a price on his head for crimes against humanity, George Bush was walking freely like a supper hero without any court or the media questioning him for the humanitarian genocide, war crimes against humanity in the middle east, about the innocent people who died, those who were wounded, lost their families and homes. Just because he was the president of America, but the question is does anybody has the right to abuse or take the life of another, because of title or position one has? . The media always protect the so called ruling class instead of protecting the poor from these 'beast' which devour blood of innocent people. The media is never transparent, free and fair and it aim of establishment or it existence is undermined. They never criticized the alliance of the US, France and the UK for crimes against humanity, for the lives of innocent people who lost their lives in Libya, just because of the hate of one man, many has to die, they kept quit and the truth being hidden, even North Korea was not invaded for the possession of weapons of mass destruction, as for that it was negotiable, about the monarchs in Europe, as for that it was the gift of God. The ultimate principle is by being free and fair and that brings satisfaction. There is no God who wants some people to be kings and others to slaves. Whiles Palestine is criticized of crimes and violence, Israel was encourage by the western media for the lost of lives of innocent people who lives in Gaza, the war crimes against humanity, just because of Palestine being an Islamic nation, they are accused of terrorism, but Israel has the right to deny people of their right to live, because the name Israel is in the bible or can any one tell the reason behind such atrocities. Although terrorism was in existence and was evil, for many innocent people lost their lives because of these so called terrorist, and if this is evil and needs to be condemned, why then should government organizations causes crimes against humanity in the name of fighting against terrorist, moreover there were terrorist every where, does that also means NATO should lunch attack on the European nations because there might be terrorist there, for there is an evidence that the source of these war crimes and weapons of mass destruction are all caused by political and religious atrocities, but the media always ignore such fact and rather sing praises on western leaders, they does this to please the so called ruling class in other to get awards and rewards. There were so many human right abuses going on, racial discrimination but the media kept quit so many times, especially if the victim comes from Latin America, Africa, Asia Arabia and so on. If the media will not sell it trust to politicians and so called ruling class, and they will be honest to themselves and all mankind, all sorts of corruption and abuses could have been seized and freedom achieved.
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glued to surreal images
death and destruction
and an ashen aftermath
terrorism had hit home
For Carolyn Devonshire's
"Remembering 9/11 Poetry Contest"