Human rights, what a nice phrase
Permeates the mind in fanciful ways
Peace everywhere, what a sweet dream
Of ethics’ crop, it seems the cream
Equal we stand before the law
Yet some are taller, longer in the paw
Equality lives only in books
In the real world, some have better looks
Of human rights, some have a lot more
Based on yardsticks rotten to the core
Some preach for long on merits of peace
While wheels of war, they willingly grease
As the world burns in flames of war
Warmongers escape feathers and tar
The innocent pay for the wicked’s wrong
And thus is sung the human song
But wait, this is just the ugly part
To make life comely, man has the art
Many noble souls follow lofty goals
To improve life for human shoals
Be it by fighting for human rights
Freedom, justice for blacks and whites
Or bringing peace in war-ravaged zones
Or Healing the wounds and broken bones
To end injustice, they will do their best
Wherever it is, whether east or west
Truly human they always remain
Give meaning to life and ease the pain
Politiker niedrig carbon auß
Low grade carbon Politicans go!
Ihr seid nicht nuztfoll kein wert
Kein ahnûnug
You are of no use, you are mindless
Cronies.'
Der zukunft ist heir im Berlin heute
2024, die leüte sind rau! sie whërte
Du bist auß-pieste' die bauer
Im friedens laßen.!
The future is here, in Berlin today in
2024, the people are angry.' They are
Defending, you have gone off-track.'
Leave the farners in peace.'
Du bist niedrig carbon mensch
You are low value carbon people.!
Icicles arrested in time freeze over tears cried and abandoned
they shear and fear in torn abandon when solutions have dried
and our mind’s flow screams in silence as a dark crystal night hangs
like daggers from thunderous storms
Once the solar eclipse rewinds and points at the sky there is a tiny
glimpse of the rainbow as drips and drops turn drabs into hope
when sepia seeps out and the soul gathers colour
Beware of the wetlands and cherish the moment
endings are beginnings and time does not stand still
A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.
And though, sometimes, we feel alone,
that mere existance matters not,
or that one life will be forgot,
a chain links us to the unknown.
A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.
We are a part of earth and sky,
as one with nature, when we die.
And though, sometimes, we feel alone,
a chain links us to the unknown.
A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.
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For Dr. Ram's Contest: Sonnetino Rispetto "Respect"
10/20/14
Don't mess around with rules God made
Whether you be in sun or shade
Some may choose envy, anger, and strife
Me - I would rather have a life!
And search for what is in your heart
Then from Him you will not part!
Don't break the lightning bottle
It's sitting here around my neck
a jolt of crackling thin skinned glass
under my sweater, power let
For if you hug me tightly
implosion sure will heat the night
as bolts of brittle sunshine
come splashing forward to ignite
So always hold me gently
and fortitude the willing brow
for it took all my energy
to harness you here, even now...
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