Best Socialsong Poems
My song is the joy of life
It’s knocks and blows its
Hopes of joy its endless love,
its constant strife.
His song is the cause of woe
The meanest word, the theft of choice.
The downward fall, a silent scream
A harsh cold voice. No quid pro quo.
My song is the hope of more
The bright idea. The sunshine dawn
A joyful dance a marching on,
A skipping child. A though so pure
Our song could be a joining mind
A chance off hope a link of thought
No more opposed, a shared desire
A ray of hope a new mankind
Charlie Milne 2010
O why’d they misconstrue your colour against you?
When the song is swift imagination, so sweet and full
Why’d they whisper of weariness, of idiomatic blue?
When pause is ponderous play not a dark silent lull
It is the bluebird’s song that warm thoughts entice
That unexpected exuberant bout of welcomed joie de vivre
That instant intoxication of all virtue and all vice
Oft’ heard from coffee’d morn till the day’s end receive’
When beguiled by melody left to lilt through wistful air
That beacon of curiosity which so quickly is consume’
Cheery embrace – the listener enraptured is divided ne’er
Till the final bar closes only then may the day resume
Though for tunes of waking night the bluebird composes nigh
Alas, her song is for bright day not for moon’s sleepless sigh
Borders closed rules in place, police are ready, and the faith is safe.
You oppress our people and give them no choice.
You suppress our people and take away our voice.
We will knock down the walls lets begin, again
If we are forced to believe that is not faith it is mental slavery.
Solution it is in the words that need to be heard
Evolution of the thought process that’s the word
Revolution of the mind and then it is a matter of time
Until the mind finds the means to an end
If we are forced to believe that is not faith it is mental slavery.
The mental slavery of you and me
For this lifetime for our eternity
Don’t you think it is time to be free?
This needs to be said
We are no longer walking among the living dead.
Right is right and wrong is wrong
Why won’t you let us sing our song
Blind, deaf, and dumb, now you have maimed us, you think that you have won
We know you are wrong, without ears, eyes, or tongue,
I hear our voices rising in one glorious song
If we are forced to believe that is not faith that is mental slavery.