Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived
Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free
And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine
The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation
Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw
You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart
The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you
A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine
Naked through the streets we shall always dance!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
illumination in darkened
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
The eye,all seeing
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
The first dance with you,with my flirting beats
makes you shy at first.
the hands on your waist hold you tight in my arms
with the shyness with a warm hug you dance
when you talk like a baby girl and i reply on you
like a kid than sweet anger on your face makes me smile
The melodies sound of water fall ,
sound of air breeze your long hair touches my face
Eyes of undefinable beauty,trying to flirt with my words but
its hard to do cause of non definable gorges,adorable,delightful,
hot,cutie person cant be define with a words
like color of red cant be take out from a rose
taste of green apple cant be delicious as you words
my words fall on your feet but your EVIL FLIRT cant
be describe i love you
with love all
Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
I stood on the edge of the world trade center
believing I was an architectural member of the whole
I often wonder why I am not remembered
why my demise is never recognized
why my story is never told
as the people gather at the foot prints of the twins
my ashes linger on their lips
for I am the question still unanswered
I am the piece that doesn't fit
I am the wrench in the machinery
they would like you to forget
I was never struck by aircraft
there is no memorial to replace me
I am not mentioned in the 911 report
instead they have erased me
Bldg 7 fell free fall speed
on September 11,2001
Brother to the twin towers
Copyright © tonya belden | Year Posted 2014
The evil that Man do, the US military outdid themselves...
When they rained napalm into the lush jungles of Vietnam...
Political ideologies were being fought, and the US was arrogant with their might...
But the US was suffering badly against the guerrila tactics fought out of sight....
All hell breaking loose in the treacherous dense jungles there in Vietnam...
Against the yellow skinned slit eyed freedom fighters of Vietnam.....
Victory at all costs, chemical weapons of the worst kind....
The US military brass approved them without a second thought....
So the day happened, when the US rained fire from the skies...
While the brass in the Pentagon awaited the outcome of their horrifying decisions...
The chemical napalm melted skin and flesh, fusing them to the bones...
The searing heat and the excruciating pain that came after the napalm...
One cannot imagine the horror and the blind panic when the napalm down it came...
Here comes a naked running girl, terror in her eyes and panic driven......
CLICK! goes the camera shutters and she is into worldwide immortality....
That panicked screaming girl running away from a death so searing.....
When that picture hit newstands the world over...
The world took stock of the evil that Man do, the US did better....
It does beget the all too important question to think over...,
Does the end justifies the means, to those people in position of power...?
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
Yes, I can see,
I was becoming my father
like the return of sanity,
a lone voice
when you feel the guilt.
You say the evil
was crawling everywhere
beyond the eyes and ears.
The trees, the houses, the wombs,
the art, the perfection
crumbling in thick fog.
May be nothing was left for harvesting
in life. Small seeds saved in your
butting pocket, blood smeared,
will bring the rains one day –
and I will meet my counterpart
in the battlefield.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008