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Learn Social Science Philippines!
Learn Social Science Philippines! Behold our Government
The way we are ruled from past to present
Behold our history from ancient times to colonization
Our struggle for liberty until we become a free nation
Behold our heroes who fought with sword & pen
To uphold our nationhood & rights as citizen
Behold our economy that is both eastern & western
That goes with the flow from traditional to modern
Behold the once small & weak country
Now an Asian Tiger by the reign of Du30!
-09/07/2016
(Dumarao)
*GEN Poems
So much promise "Green White Green"
So resplendent were you as the;
Union Jack was being lowered and
The Green White Green as foisted
That glorious evening of
The First of October, 1960
So much promise, Green White Green
From the North to the South were you cheered
The East and the South also cheered you.
You were a symbol of nationhood so craved.
Partitioned in 1884 in Berlin a destiny created
Amalgamated the Lord Lugard "Niger area"
a coinage
An Amalgamated so despised by by all
Yet Green White Green Nigeria carved by destiny
Still trying to come to grips with its destiny
Ethnic colourations a parallel across the Niger area.
(Written 10th of March, 2015)
Cornwall is almost an island,
Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea,
Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and
We Cornish are a nation - and will always be.
Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own:
Parliament and laws home grown,
Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen bezants,
Cornish Pasty and Oggy Oggy chants,
Patron Saint and noble Kings,
National bird with its black chough wings,
Unifying tagline of ‘One And All’,
Cornish wrestling and silver hurling ball,
Ethnic Minority status, Unique DNA,
Cornish language still spoken today,
Nationhood recognised worldwide,
Facts are facts and the facts can’t hide.
We embrace our British neighbours
For we are part of the UK team,
But we Cornish are a Nation
And we have always been.
Westminster chooses to ignore this fact,
Let it relent and admit its shame,
For whilst the truth beats in Cornish hearts,
A nation – we shall remain…
Great loss of heads and ideas
Furious masses on a hungry mandate
Changing systems and false-truth ideas
The journey of a narrow candidate
Failed promises stirring sun-shot screams
While every tower suffers the slap of nothing
Sheer love for nationhood lacks beams
Boom! Boom!
Fills the dirty air of soothing
Arise oh! Lazy clumsy head
Find your limbs and take a walk
Fix that tooth before you lead
Stretch your minds,mould that talk
Years of dreams are over, be a giant
Work as your prowess
You are not an ant.
The famous mountain where Noah came to rest,
ending the ecliptic flood, building an altar for time as test.
Flourished kingdoms at the upper Tigris grew,
Babylonia and Urardhu created powers to sew.
Persian legends refers the holy Vulcan as the cradle of human race,
Armenians built a monastery in honor to St. Jacob’s pace.
Mount Ararat as omnipresent and utterly elusive,
snow capped peaks imaginative conclusive.
Magical countenance almost not of this earth,
crisp air in endless blue white mountain infinite birth.
Center of legends, myth and story,
the fire God Vahagn stumbles upon Ararat with all gory.
Giving life to Tigris and Euphrates River,
pagans visited ghost of royal ancestor in shiver.
Armenians and their homeland of Kurdistan under fire,
centuries in war for nationhood and holy place entire.
Good spirits in distillation known as Ararat Brandy,
Sir Winston Churchill called his favorite tipple, ‘handy’.
No Arc ever found beside many tries on Mount Ararat still today,
keeping mysteries in holy books still at bay.
GREETINGS ALL!
Greeting people on the street
Reason cannot assess how
Even a quick American "hi" in retreat
Elevates someone's mood, and the State's
Truth be told, can't say how Americans started
Ice-breaking among strangers on the street
Now, in England, silence (on tubes) is not rude
Given past racism in South Africa, we ought to use HOWZIT
Short for "How is It?" but silence is too much like our Past
All South Africans need to learn other things from USA than food
Last time I worked at Union Buildings & Oval College, I did this
Last but not least, it is Christian to give a smiling 'ello to all
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
Hear the muttered snivel of our kids
Puked away to gloom, twinge and disease
Wrecked by creeds
To fulfill an antique mores
Whose ruin is beyond scientific darn
See the boulevards and the creeks
Before sight are male Mal-nourished toddlers
In rag togs, blistered feet, beseeching alms
And ingesting the remnants
From the poorest buffet
They toil in tackle capacity
Inversely allied to their weight
From sun rise to sunset
To earn much less than you
See the boulevards
How they stir; bunched
On the trot to any kind of dub
To good and to evil
Death becomes a familiar friend
At first light and at dark
From toil, food, water and sleep
Such a despicable way of live
But then the espoused antique mores, woes
Regenerated by ills of the society
To the blanketed vision of the moneyed
To plunge empathy and impious reliance of all
Can this be our way of life?
Trouncing fortunes to antique mores?
Reticence to rascality?
And nationhood to meanness?
We’re never uncivil,
But sewage, it’s raw,
Pumped over the innocent.
It’s displayed and sprayed
Over every infant.
We’re uncivil all the time.
We’re never unschooled,
But the teaching is stopped,
Taken from kid’s minds.
It’s hidden and forbidden,
Every child is blind.
We’re unschooled all the time.
We’re never immoral,
But justifying a rape
Of a five year old boy,
The kid is blamed, is shamed
For being a toy.
We’re immoral all the time.
We’re never unjust,
That woman who got raped,
Raped by a guard,
Is locked in a cell, a living hell,
Stands alone in the prison yard.
We’re unjust all the time.
Each day we hurt and violate,
We remove and isolate,
We turn our nationhood from fair
To despair,
We create distrust and disgust,
We need to be civil, schooled, moral and just.
Started from King Macedon
Dividing and conquering people
Come Julius Caesar and Napoleon Bonaparte
The tactic survived today
They created of nations from the states.
Sulu archipelago has been divided
Nationhood superseded statehood
The statehood gone forever
The imagined nation comes to emerge
Made the archipelago comes to worst.
They claim to own a nation
While the name in the basic law is foul
The name comes during colonization
They have their own those times
Cannot they use their own name?
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Apparently, they ruled with an iron fist
In the chilling jaws of Terror
Of men intoxicated for the kill
Salivating for blood of kindred
Free for the rape and extortion
In the bastion of Kismayo, Port City of Somalia
The crooked reasons of eating oneself
In a serial bloodbath of a nation
Usurping its nationhood
With straps of IEDs on their back
Women and children convinced duty-bound
To kill themselves for their innocence
And live the glory abound
But never to taste the fruits of their sacrifice
See, what has remained of the Port City
Except for the glaring ruins
Battered to a city of Charcoal Warehouses
For the shanties to scorch in the sun
In a neighbourhood of orphans and widows
And the maimed bearing the signatures!
Oh no! but wait,do you rely on your unborn for a future?
As she bleeds, she heals
As she pleads, she feels
As she breastfeeds, she builds
As she hugs, she guides
As she nags, she teaches
As she nurses, she nurtures
As she cleans, she cares
As she cooks, she raises
She raises newborns into childhood
She raises daughters into womanhood
She raises sons into manhood
She raises women into motherhood
She raises men into fatherhood
She raises parents into parenthood
She raises sisters into sisterhood
She raises brothers into brotherhood
As she is a rock, she is strong
As she is woman, she is never wrong
As she is mother, she cries
As she is vulnerable, she protects
As she is peace, she loves
As she is intuitive, she plans
As she is beautiful, she attracts
As she is powerful, she leads
She leads children into adulthood
She leads adults into grandparenthood
She leads priests into priesthood
She leads bishops into sainthood
She leads angels into godhood
She leads kings into kinghood
She leads neighbours into a neighbourhood
She leads nations into nationhood
The Herder
Words are racing by as a yacht making blue water white.
Should I now think in nautical terms, say, a bad seascape
painting of crested waves, which looks like clotted cream?
When I’m thinking of sheep that feed on sun yellow grass
on a field dotted with olive trees? Bedouins unlike cowboys
feel no disgrace looking after them. Biblical peace, that is
before walls were erected and common land absorbed in
the name of nationhood. I know naught, land has changed
hands for thousands of years and will do so again, but I pity
the olive tree it takes a long time bearing fruit, when it does
the walls will be used as building stuff for modest homes.
Peace will be restored, but not forever humanity is, even if
it talks about it, not made for peacefulness. The man with
the biggest flock of sheep will always want more land.
I HAVE A DREAM A REAL DREAM OF FANTASY A DREAM OF TRAGEDY A DREAM THAT I HOPE FOR TO
HELP OUR WEARIED NATION A NATION THAT SINKS DEEP BELOW THE REACH OF NATIONHOOD THE PEOPLE
ARE CRYING AND BEGGING FOR A CHANGE WHEN WILL THAT CHANGE COME I SEEK TO KNOW IT NEEDS TO
COME FOR MANY HAVE TRIED AND LO HAVE FAILED ACHIEVING A DREAM THAT HAS NEVER BEEN MADE
The bars are empty,
the streets deserted
and the gloom which sorrounds the nieghbourhoods,
thickened.
Belatedly the wind mormured,
the trees sighed
and the birds looked on in silence,
.........as quiet as despair.
Inside the homes,
dis-believing folks gathered in silence
before radio and t.v sets,
to be bathed by concerted token of lies of freedom
and nationhood.
I waited all day.
None clapped.
None sang,
nor any danced for joy.
The hands that clapped
are withered,
the voice fainted,
and the feet are everywhere in chains.
All is quiet on Nigeria`s independence day.
For this nation and people
that we bought freedom
with our life and soul,
we have been cheated of all the best in life
.......by the same evil leaders
we allowed to live.
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