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Pratik Routray Aug 2020
It’s a topic close to my heart,
a constant in my weird mind,
since I remember I could think,
A constant wherever you go
from Shangri-la to Timbuktu.
A magical glue,
capable of binding the masses.
Here comes the question to ponder upon,
how can something that can bring people together,
motivate them to slit the throats of fellow earthly travellers?
WHY? I ask in bold,
you say your religion is perfect and the greatest
and proclaim me a non-believer
I ask you, dear sirs and madams,
how can violence ever be great?
how can division ever be great?
I have carried this burden way too long
and its time to spit it out
I may hurt a few people,
but truth only hurts the people,
with blinds over their eyes,
refusing to perceive the truth staring at their face.
Religion is a system,
a man-made device,
and anything made with thine hands
has thine flaws.
Every religion points us in the direction of the one,
Allah, Jesus, Krishna — the names are not the point
they could have been Mohammed, Sally, Rajesh for humanity’s sake!
The one thing I am sure of is a superior power,
To whom I look up to fill my soul with strength and peace,
whom I look up to in my darkest hours.
Stop burning and massacring each other,
under the commands of few mighty and wealthy,
who brainwash you and manipulate the flaws of the system.
Your religion is not superior nor is your God,
The God is one and you all are the members of different groups,
taking the journey to a common destination.
Don’t believe the sham of the religious cons
and let your soul lead the way to your destination.
My take on the religions of the world.
Bhill Aug 2020
great words, today, are flowing from the authur
what will be the message delivered, to you, the observer
how will each individual interrupt what is composed
it is not the author's duty to unravel written reflections
the chore in the written word is subject to reflection
what do you see?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 218
What do you see?
Laokos Aug 2020
newspapers. everywhere.
it was yesterday
when they turned up.
must've been stacks
of them before they
were like this - scattered
throughout the park.

i've thought about
taking a garbage bag down
there and picking them up
but...
there's something
pleasing about watching
them interact with
their new environment;
the way the wind carries
them, the way they spread
out        into       all
       that                     space
as if nothing neatly
arranged wants to
stay that way.

i watch as they attempt to share
their news with the world.
but the trees are silent and
the grass is oblivious.
the print on their pages
means nothing to
them.

i wonder what news the leaves
tell of in a language we don't understand.
of golden and green.
of things passed and
of things to come.

"change," they say.

that is the message they spread
on the wind...
change.
Maria Etre Jul 2020
The day my kyboad boke
I ntced the importnce
of each letter
but still made sens
of the whle messae
M Solav Jul 2020
Oh how I hate art!
So much noise
And false pretenses,
Such undeserved poise
For those vain promises.

Sure, in everything there’s a message,
Yes, anything you want to acknowledge.

How I hate art!
For it is far too fragile
To dare play so smart
How I hate art!

Oh how I hate art!
Whether I’m missing the point
Or whether there was none;
Whether it isn't what it ain’t
Or whether it’s just for fun.

How I hate art!
For it cannot do otherwise
Than state the obvious
And pretend to be wise.

Sure, you’ve convinced more than a few;
Yes, they’ve all grasped your great value.

How I hate art!
The cliche, the glamour
The whole thing and the part,
Oh how I hate art!
Written in December 2019.


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Sa mga nakaraan akoy madalas nasasaktan at madalas maiwan.
Pilit hinahanap kung ang Mali ko ay nasaan!
Kasi sa aking Pag kakaalam ginawa ko naman ang lahat para sila sa ako ay wag ng iwan.
Ngunit Tadhana ay mapag-linlang,sa una ka lang Pasisiyahin at sa dulo ikaw naman ay sasaktan.
Ngunit Pananaw ko'y nagbago ng makilala ko ang isang Tulad mo,na sa simula palang bumihag na sa Puso ko.
Ang saya lang ng minsang mapansin Mo,
Hangang sa hindi nakatiis nagparamdam na ang Torpeng Tulad ko.
Anong Tuwa at tawa nating Dalawa na sa pag amin ko Sayo,Tinawanan mo lang ako,
Na sa pag aakalang Pinag titripan lang Kita.
Sino ba naman kasi ang maniniwala kung sa paraan ng Panliligaw ko gamitin ko pa ang Paperang Camera para mapansin mo.
Napa OO kita kinilig na sana ako, kaso laro lang Pala.sayang talaga!
Tumagal pa ang usapan hangang sa tayo'y nagkakapalagayan na.
Naku kunting Bola na lang mapapa OO na talaga kita,Seryoso na.
Sobrang sana'y ko na ata sa presensya mo na di mabubuo ang araw ko kung wala ang mensahe mo sa Inbox ko.
Kulitan,tawanan at sabay magpapalitan ng kalokohan.
Nasa Punto na rin ako,na hinihintay ang pag dating mo.
Para tuparin yung mga plinanong bagay na tayo lang ang may alam.
Puntahan ang simbahan na kung saan pinangarap kong marating muli kasama ang isang Ikaw.
Akyatin ang mga bundok na ang kasabay sa paglalakbay ay Ikaw.
Pagmasdan ang papalubog na araw ,sa gilid ng karagatan na ang katabi sa buhanginan ay Ikaw.
O kaya mahiga sa buhanginan at sabay pagmasdan ang bilog at liwanag ng buwan.
Lahat na yata ng Pinaplano ko ay Ikaw ang kasama ko pati sa pagtahak sa kinabukasan Ikaw ang nakikitang kasabay ko.
Siguro hindi pa man sa ngayon pero darating din tayo sa Dulo na merong Ikaw at Ako.
"
Minuscule Ego Jul 2020
At 3 am my phone went blinking
Hello, I then awoke answering
Oh hello again, the voice went speaking
I know that tis been quite awhile
And I know that the world lies messy and wild
That its people are more shrewd at handling their affairs
That they all could be standing at their last
Some have even tried succumbing to their fears
For the rumours has deplete their times and their dimes

"Covid-19 is here - as the rumour goes
Keep your heads up and stay safe
Always wear a mask n' wash your hands as often as you can"
But who are those with the placards and the movements
The "Defund The Police" for the "Black Lives Matter"
They go about rambling in the slogans
Standing against racism and police brutality
Shouting and pointing their hurting fingers
Like they have something in the shadows to influence the decisions

Tear down the histories and give us back our heritage
Yet they are savages whenever it comes to rage
They demolish their in-depth cultures to fabricate their own
They even join hands to rip apart their mother's gown
Stealing her treasures, while hunting their brothers down
The illicit mining and their fraud disbursement
Bogus companies that betray our coalition of transparency
Yet they go about singing that life is full of uncertainties
Our black kinsmen have lost all securities
Such performance that mimic honesty, but a lie without bleach
Blacks against blacks, the truth in all certainties
When did darkness came in terms with the light?
That corrupt ones now go about singing for unity
That anything is possible; including our missing billions
Selfishness has allow men to do as they please
Lovers of themselves more than lover of God

Our mouth will speak of what the heart is full of
Lack of direction, not lack of time, that is our problem
Love and free-will has led many of us astray
Selfish men go about living for themselves
And the selfless ones are too few to kindle the fires
So who's torching the lamps - who is really kindling our lives?
Is it the "after I am done, then you do me too"?
The likes of top's and bottom or them verses
Striving young men are giving the choice to be burst open
Or be returned home empty and hungry
Hopeful maidens are entrusted to look after their own
Thus driving em to decisions that do not suit their dreams

If, as they say, that metal bars are for reforms
Then maybe, we all should do one for ourselves
To guard our souls from being indoctrinated as against our fellow human beings
Refuse complacency and refuse to be labeled
For there are no division for a whale
What her eyes sees, is exactly what she eats
We shouldn't be like sheep, following the herd ahead of us
Going where others go, not where we ought to go
I know we cannot befriend everyone, but we can choose to be kind

This is a wake up call for us all
For even if we say the truth don't matters
It will still stand out in its own merited squatters
Our daughters and sisters are been ***** without justice
Our sons and brothers are sodomised without mercy
Lawlessness has become the light of day
Mama is tired of hustling from her own purse
For papa is no more coming home with his black plastic bag
And the young men are no more blissful about their futures
So tell the mamas n' our papa's - the brothers and our sisters too
That a fish doesn't rot unless it starts from the head
So let them come together and rid us the real disease
The money driven beast that we pronounced king
Let us wake up Liberia, and let's shine together again
It is never late to take a turn


"When the king is concerned with justice, the nation will be strong, but when he is only concerned with money, he will ruin his country".
Happy Independence Day
Liberia
Parker Jul 2020
chasing after a vision
that never existed
perceiving the world as it is or it isnt
viewing the truth and the lies as they're twisted

what a world that we live in
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