Short Might Is Right Poems
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Those that believe might is right
Are itching on paltry issues to fight
Show them in the mirror of gone by times
The perished Cyrus and Caesar’s might
"Might is right!" What's rung out.
On the side of "good".
Tis unanimous! With
Battles, fought and won.
Regardless, from whose throne
King of King's, peace-sat
Humanity loses.
Victory to none!
If might is right
weakness is wrong
That's not how it goes
in modern folk songs
Songs of brave men
filled the air yesteryear
Today sing not of heroes
'Tis they whom we jeer
might is right and white is meant to rule
with that mind set, tall ships sailed west
rapists for the father-land
Holy word in right hand
to convert heathens
while left hand stole
and bled dry
native
souls
What’s the deal
With “thou shalt not steal”
I don’t understand
The white man came and stole all the land.
Some of the world’s biggest thieves are white
If we continue to believe that might is right
And live like we’re all cocooned
Then I really fear that we’re all doomed.
Man is proud of clay
But least bothers about water
There has been no human progress
We all behave like medieval man
The difference is only
The places have interchanged
The same might is right
Still rules the world
The tongue and tricks
Of the water-less clay
Has developed only a sharp edge
The arms which were blunt
Now becomes sharp and sophisticated
As if
It is a part of life
To pull legs
And kill the fame
Earned by hard perseverance
This is a jungle of the race of man
Might is right is more right
Than the might of intellect
Attack the weak
Exploit the poor
Like sharks swallow in the little, small and tiny
In the ocean of life
Honesty is a burden
Integrity is a curse
In the market of justness
Value has lost its luster
Here people stripe
To be a perfect liar or hypocrite
In this maddening heat
of the prizefight
where ferocity reigns and
might is right,
the shrewder one may yet
triumph tonight.
For even the best can be
at his worst
and the last can still
outlast the first,
but either way it goes,
egos burn and burst.
Victor and vanquished
will stay remorseless;
they'll fight again till
they'll be both lifeless;
for to fight and win is an
unfinished business !