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If they ask, which country you belong to?
Say, I belong to Earth!
If they ask, what’s your nationality?
Say, I am an Earthman!
If they ask, what race you belong to?
Say, Earthly!
If they ask, what’s your religion?
Say, Love!
If they ask what do you want?
Say, Peace!
~Niti
This is for all of us, with a thought that we might be living in different nations, states, but the truth is that we all belong to the Earth!
just change me
just turn me
into a dust
worthless and useless
***** and all filthy
i'll be the dust
in your veins
so i can stay forever
inside your body
without feeling the pain
of missing you so much
Another day, another dollar
But as time flies by
The world gets smaller

You can fold your bills
And count your cash
But the time you've spent
You can't buy back

I've got equity in memory
my debts are fully paid
I think it's time to undermine
All the rules they made

I "can't pay bills with adventure and thrills"
I may not sit rich
But I stand fulfilled

Your Legs grow weak
While your tires roll
Your mouth may eat
But you starve your soul

Five days of work
Two days free
Two hundred and fifty days per year
A slave to the economy.

Gotta eat to live
Gotta work to eat
Work, buy, consume, die
Rinse and then Repeat

The cycle needs broken
And system needs fixed
The corrupt world leaders
All need 86'd

I don't know how to do it,
I just know how to live
But I know I can't take it
So i guess I'll try to give.

Fix it when I break it
Make it when I need it
First I'll try to grow it
Then I get to eat it.

Plant the seeds
Not just for trees
But for intelligence
And philosophy.

The greatest human feats
Were once merely thoughts
So think about the world we have
Now make it what we want.
You are not worthy,
you are no man,
my heaven is refusing
to lend you it's hand.

Ten laws we abide,
through deserts and myths,
though three is our number
you can't call your's six.

Traditions of sorrow,
based solely on dust,
such perfect little stories

Who could refuse to trust ?
 Jul 2014 Shelby Tamzyn Cramer
m
you
with your charming, teeth whited, half-witted smiles,
clumsily showing me how things should be done.

you
with your endless rambles about no one but yourself
and occasionally asking about me as if i was special.

you
calling to me only when you're in need of something
or need of something from me
but never needing me.

you
with your opened, large, sea-blue eyes
blinking back at me.


you
and your words that could set me off into the sky,
the type that made me fly so high, that once i fell
my chances and i
will die.
It took countless generations,
of hit and miss,
**** and be killed,
to see of those of us who are skilled,
those of us who are
rather strong willed.

But now here we stand,
divided and confused,
feeling that we are privy to such want in life,
as we conquer through demand.

Yet we supply so little,
yes it's...rather quite a shame,
how our young boys and girls now grow to be
following the ones of fame,
and idolatry.

Girls will love boys,
with muscles and the hair,
boys will love girls,
for the curves and...elsewhere.

Far and few, are the days of chivalry,
no more products of our older generation,
where we strove for civility.

The children whip out their I phones
and I toys.
All about the I and not about the other.
They've even gone as far as to go insult their mothers!

Where has the time gone,
our generations of our past,
where the wars were fought,
so that our generations could last.

Now we fight them,
by picking senseless battles,
and we send our young dear children,
to feed our worn out dreams of yesterday,
as easy as slaughtering the cattle.

Gone are the days where the world stood still,
now we know it spins round and round,
where death and taxes are the toll,
and after that, comes the bill.
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