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A generation born surrounded by ashes, knows nothing but death and clashes; wrecked homes, shattered dreams, broken lives, without peace, thousands of orphans we will keep counting.
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Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
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Petit Oiseau, you told a joke, You laughed and laughed And the branch it broke You fell from the nest And bumped your head And a funny frog thought you were dead! He croaked a low mourning dirge all night, until you woke the next morn' at 3, And Mama Oiseau put you back in the tree! Next time you laugh, make sure you're steady and that the branch you're on is ready! You'll live to live to laugh another day Petit Oiseau don't fall today!
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
Petit Oiseau
Sitting here in meditation. wondering about my own  identification. Dreaming  about my summer vacation. Reminiscing about a past infatuation. Do we need   outer space exploration. We thank the Armed Forces for their dedication. And seem to forget the needy in desperation. We need to help our own show some dedication. Or at least help them change their life situation. I know you can see their frustration. As billions go to other nations. Bet yet we forget our own As I sit here and continue in meditation. I take myself to a higher elevation. But that's your interpretation. Only from your observation. As our children are suffering from starvation. There shouldn't be any complication. And yet so many denominations. we shouldn't put any limitations. from a country of so much innovation. But why does our government seek world ********** But yet they forget their own We only see their chosen presentations. They show us only certain altercations. Then media  thrives on all the accusations. Why  all we read about is their incarcerations. Which cause hate and assassinations. From all there exaggerations. Which causes uncivilized demonstrations. All the breakdown in communications. And the medias absurd manipulations. That tries to keep divided our great civilization. But when it really matters there is great hesitation. But yet we forget our own In the book it says lead us not into temptation. But they create such a fascination. And push our very own  expectations. With there sneaky modifications. Of certain well know corporations. And provide certain gratifications. Without everyone's consideration. Or passing the right legislation. We our their experimentation. But yet get no appreciation. Which goes back many generations. But yet we forget our own We have forgotten our own foundation That love is what made creation. And its disappeared from our population. All we see is hate and annihilation. But they don't show us the right information. The kind with pure human consideration. The kind which causes admiration. With out the feeling of obligation. Its time to begin a new celebration. And stop all the hate and separation. And show all love with true aspirations. LIVE LOVE HOPE BUT NEVER FORGET OUT OWN. Written By Richard B Shick
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
NEVER FORGET OUR OWN
Sitting here in meditation. wondering about my own  identification. Dreaming  about my summer vacation. Reminiscing about a past infatuation. Do we need   outer space exploration. We thank the Armed Forces for their dedication. And seem to forget the needy in desperation. We need to help our own show some dedication. Or at least help them change their life situation. I know you can see their frustration. As billions go to other nations. Bet yet we forget our own As I sit here and continue in meditation. I take myself to a higher elevation. But that's your interpretation. Only from your observation. As our children are suffering from starvation. There shouldn't be any complication. And yet so many denominations. we shouldn't put any limitations. from a country of so much innovation. But why does our government seek world ********** But yet they forget their own We only see their chosen presentations. They show us only certain altercations. Then media  thrives on all the accusations. Why  all we read about is their incarcerations. Which cause hate and assassinations. From all there exaggerations. Which causes uncivilized demonstrations. All the breakdown in communications. And the medias absurd manipulations. That tries to keep divided our great civilization. But when it really matters there is great hesitation. But yet we forget our own In the book it says lead us not into temptation. But they create such a fascination. And push our very own  expectations. With there sneaky modifications. Of certain well know corporations. And provide certain gratifications. Without everyone's consideration. Or passing the right legislation. We our their experimentation. But yet get no appreciation. Which goes back many generations. But yet we forget our own We have forgotten our own foundation That love is what made creation. And its disappeared from our population. All we see is hate and annihilation. But they don't show us the right information. The kind with pure human consideration. The kind which causes admiration. With out the feeling of obligation. Its time to begin a new celebration. And stop all the hate and separation. And show all love with true aspirations. LIVE LOVE HOPE BUT NEVER FORGET OUT OWN. Written By Richard B Shick
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Every child broken into a crayon box colours the same. Jimmy and Bill would know. The Knight time radio. Their Daytime TV. Technology gave us colour in our boxes for entertainment And Two turn tables to scratch out the screaming. 55 inches in HD wasn't big enough to scribble on Perfect reception but no one listened to the colours snap. No one bothered to question why the paper is off the crayon. I think of all those lost crayolas being used for shadowing. A cover inside a cover, where pages should be in a book. And here we are, still drawing in black and white.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Crayola
What has this world come to, Grown men are hurting children Physically Sexually Mentally Turning children into Zombies, and scaring them so bad They say nothing to their mommies
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Children
In this world and others.... Blending in and out you and then there is me. I float and you shine, your words are of song. You are the sun. I'm of dirt where growth spurts. With you, all is possible my baby, push and pull, yell and throw. love and tangle. Swinging the children as you dance and I watch you glitter. KT April 18, 2014
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
That which glitters.