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For three reform years Engaged in a killing spree Not allowing citizens’ Mind for a second to be free Among ethnic & religious groups Creating and fomenting antipathy Of the highest degree We proved adamant Rejecting every peace plea. No wonder, no wonder We treated kneeled mothers With a cold shoulder, In such manner, we gave order “Do it. Go ahead **** the feeble, elderly Even every lacerating mother In her bed. Turn the land a river red With atrocity ‘TPLF made’.” About money worry Should we why? For three decades we ****** We bled the country dry. Dollars we dispatched abroad Stashing-away some in our abode. Promising African democracy On par with current Ghana, We chained some political prisoners With a hyena—our emblem In our ill-reputed political game. Many to subdue, Out of the framework of law We brought to life A score of Guantanamo bay Where numerous, underground, Were tortured night and day. As a junta When our mind threatened Us of a conscious pang On it, we put out our tongue. We were A living billboard of a terrorist But putting on a mask Many we blacklisted On the terrorist list In such a fashion The myopic—UN, EU IMF, WB— the offender For a victim admit. Massacre, genocide We committed with great passion Also exposing our own nation For a possible invasion. Odd as it may sound, attacking The national defense force In barracks out to keep border But defeated by a militia &ENDF We complain attack on our Ethnic group by a country yonder. Dealt a devastating blow Our moral has hit ever time low. During our heyday In our state the demonstration Of **** victims we used to ban But now reversing the talk Loud shout we can To the international community “Come up with ‘Stop **** spree In Tigray!’ decree” While in TPLF’s reign A single junta did **** girls fifty But none of us saw that Uncouth or naughty. “If accused Let alone bring him to court We could see him off to port!” We said. What is more By ENDF after defeat Before we retreat Let us release thugs to run amok And on Tigray’s rebuilding And stabilization wheels To insert a spoke. There is no organization No nation as UN, EU &US a fool But who seem cool. Fabricating lies We shall prove ourselves Innocent in their eyes. Abroad on demonstration square Shouting for help flat on our back To dupe the global community Let us try our luck. Of course, media outlets That deserved a high five Have fallen from grace, ‘cause for want of integrity Journalism has observably Made a nosedive. Unfortunately those Countries with integrity Could see through Our mask What a bad luck.///
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC
alem-hailu-gkristos
TPLF—the mourning killer
For three reform years Engaged in a killing spree Not allowing citizens’ Mind for a second to be free Among ethnic & religious groups Creating and fomenting antipathy Of the highest degree We proved adamant Rejecting every peace plea. No wonder, no wonder We treated kneeled mothers With a cold shoulder, In such manner, we gave order “Do it. Go ahead **** the feeble, elderly Even every lacerating mother In her bed. Turn the land a river red With atrocity ‘TPLF made’.” About money worry Should we why? For three decades we ****** We bled the country dry. Dollars we dispatched abroad Stashing-away some in our abode. Promising African democracy On par with current Ghana, We chained some political prisoners With a hyena—our emblem In our ill-reputed political game. Many to subdue, Out of the framework of law We brought to life A score of Guantanamo bay Where numerous, underground, Were tortured night and day. As a junta When our mind threatened Us of a conscious pang On it, we put out our tongue. We were A living billboard of a terrorist But putting on a mask Many we blacklisted On the terrorist list In such a fashion The myopic—UN, EU IMF, WB— the offender For a victim admit. Massacre, genocide We committed with great passion Also exposing our own nation For a possible invasion. Odd as it may sound, attacking The national defense force In barracks out to keep border But defeated by a militia &ENDF We complain attack on our Ethnic group by a country yonder. Dealt a devastating blow Our moral has hit ever time low. During our heyday In our state the demonstration Of **** victims we used to ban But now reversing the talk Loud shout we can To the international community “Come up with ‘Stop **** spree In Tigray!’ decree” While in TPLF’s reign A single junta did **** girls fifty But none of us saw that Uncouth or naughty. “If accused Let alone bring him to court We could see him off to port!” We said. What is more By ENDF after defeat Before we retreat Let us release thugs to run amok And on Tigray’s rebuilding And stabilization wheels To insert a spoke. There is no organization No nation as UN, EU &US a fool But who seem cool. Fabricating lies We shall prove ourselves Innocent in their eyes. Abroad on demonstration square Shouting for help flat on our back To dupe the global community Let us try our luck. Of course, media outlets That deserved a high five Have fallen from grace, ‘cause for want of integrity Journalism has observably Made a nosedive. Unfortunately those Countries with integrity Could see through Our mask What a bad luck.///
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Celebrate BREXIT ! Nanny-state tries to flex it . . . . Nigel F. wrecks it.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
connecthook
E.U. Haiku
Celebrate BREXIT ! Nanny-state tries to flex it . . . . Nigel F. wrecks it.
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We were chatting for the first time, I asked if he was an Indian. He said, "No, I am a European." Now I said, "Sorry, but you are no longer a European. Your UK dumped EU. **So EU dumped you!** Now your islands were kicked further northwest. The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D" :-D
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Atul
Are You Still A European, O'Really?
We were chatting for the first time, I asked if he was an Indian. He said, "No, I am a European." Now I said, "Sorry, but you are no longer a European. Your UK dumped EU. **So EU dumped you!** Now your islands were kicked further northwest. The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D" :-D
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Miss Flairity made her rarity by knocking whose shoes were Flannerys' as it alleviated muscle toes in pajamas that their trilogy made living in Yokohama with brass this mistress to rebuild her brand legal
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
poetman
Miss Flarity
Miss Flairity made her rarity by knocking whose shoes were Flannerys' as it alleviated muscle toes in pajamas that their trilogy made living in Yokohama with brass this mistress to rebuild her brand legal
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Consumerism Capitalism Tabloidism Buy Grow Shock Work Thrive Scare Debt Certainty Theatre
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
rh-78
Growth of humanity
Consumerism Capitalism Tabloidism Buy Grow Shock Work Thrive Scare Debt Certainty Theatre
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Leave my Nan out in the rain, it'll be right. She's having veg later with some meat, on a bone but meat. No gravy, she's too lazy. She will not thread it. So what do you think? Shall we fold it the other way? Do it tonight, it won't be today and not quite black but definitely not grey. If it smells like cheese, just wear one and keep one eye open! Then, we may even finish third. Remember, listen for the sound. It's crucial, like a twenty pence piece. Dust! Always dust. Grams and ounces of the dustiest dust. Never before six and never after six. Just continuous with no bends, bubbles or any of that material you really like. Because when he'd finished speaking (The Italian) I didn't understand a ******* word of it! "Sorry, I don't speak Italian", shrugged my shoulders, did that thing you do with your bottom lip and ****** off. THE END (FINITO)
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
SazKells
The Italian.
Leave my Nan out in the rain, it'll be right. She's having veg later with some meat, on a bone but meat. No gravy, she's too lazy. She will not thread it. So what do you think? Shall we fold it the other way? Do it tonight, it won't be today and not quite black but definitely not grey. If it smells like cheese, just wear one and keep one eye open! Then, we may even finish third. Remember, listen for the sound. It's crucial, like a twenty pence piece. Dust! Always dust. Grams and ounces of the dustiest dust. Never before six and never after six. Just continuous with no bends, bubbles or any of that material you really like. Because when he'd finished speaking (The Italian) I didn't understand a ******* word of it! "Sorry, I don't speak Italian", shrugged my shoulders, did that thing you do with your bottom lip and ****** off. THE END (FINITO)
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Havia uma garota, eu a observava de longe Nós éramos da turma dos invisíveis Ela não me via, mas eu a enxergava Havia uma garota e ela era linda Havia uma garota e ela era tudo Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada Havia uma garota e ela era da turma dos populares O típico esteriótipo "high school" americano Havia uma garota e quem ela tinha sido Havia uma garota e quem ela era Havia uma garota e ela era vazia Nós éramos estranhos orbitando o mesmo sistema Havia uma garota e eu a amava Então ela mudou Virou de larva a borboleta Só que não foi bonito E então só havia o vazio Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada Em seu lugar só restou uma despedida Um pedido desesperado de ajuda Havia uma garota e ela era triste Havia uma garota e ela era invisível, mesmo sob os holofotes Havia uma garota e ela era solitária Nós não éramos ninguém para os outros Mas eu a enxergava E então havia um garoto Que ficou com as últimas palavras dela Havia alguém que se importava no final Então havia eu
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
serafeim-blazej
Havia uma garota
Havia uma garota, eu a observava de longe Nós éramos da turma dos invisíveis Ela não me via, mas eu a enxergava Havia uma garota e ela era linda Havia uma garota e ela era tudo Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada Havia uma garota e ela era da turma dos populares O típico esteriótipo "high school" americano Havia uma garota e quem ela tinha sido Havia uma garota e quem ela era Havia uma garota e ela era vazia Nós éramos estranhos orbitando o mesmo sistema Havia uma garota e eu a amava Então ela mudou Virou de larva a borboleta Só que não foi bonito E então só havia o vazio Havia uma garota e então não havia mais nada Em seu lugar só restou uma despedida Um pedido desesperado de ajuda Havia uma garota e ela era triste Havia uma garota e ela era invisível, mesmo sob os holofotes Havia uma garota e ela era solitária Nós não éramos ninguém para os outros Mas eu a enxergava E então havia um garoto Que ficou com as últimas palavras dela Havia alguém que se importava no final Então havia eu
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Some introductory food for thought... "Manufacturing and commercial monopolies owe their origin not to a tendency imminent in a capitalist economy but to governmental interventionist policy directed against free trade and laissez faire."   - Ludwig Von Mises "Bureaucracies are inherently antidemocratic. Bureaucrats derive their power from their position in the structure, not from their relations with the people they are supposed to serve. The people are not masters of the bureaucracy, but its clients."   - Alan Keyes The European Union as the New Eastern Bloc? The Eastern Trading Bloc of the Soviet system had it's origins in the tail end of the Second World war, where, through the suppression of the whereabouts of Kremlin manipulation, had purported itself as democratic agreement, initially giving itself the appearance of a 'bourgeois democracy' as the Soviets called it. Though, inherently was, and clearly became an imperial establishment of control from the Soviet Bureaucracy. Likewise, the European Union, when originally advertised to the nations of Europe was propped up in a similarly unassuming manner, despite having been previously discussed and having the concepts of such a union already organised further back into 1948 at the Hague Conference. The parallels of such such unions (Eastern/Euro) are that they garnered the consent of the public through their foundation being merely upon an economic transnational policy, and not a political one, and therefor their basic parallels are that of deceit. The Eastern Bloc formed what was essentially a symbiosis of the state and the economy, something that naturally would be inherent under a Communist regime. However, the European Union, too, follows a similar reciprocal foundation, for it binds the state and economy, removing the separation of powers by Capitalistic enterprise, and instead, Centralises governance in a more oligarchical, corporate and bureaucratic apparatus. Operating through a complex arrangement of multitudinous committees and boards, whose members form a body of non-elected representatives. Essentially the European Union, on the guise of an economic market, has formed a centralised, quasi-private parliament akin to the Soviet style hegemony of the Eastern Bloc, and through soft-intimidation and misinformation, keeps it's members bonded. Lest it be forgotten that the Union is allegedly one of 'free trade', yet, when discourse begins to brew of leaving, as it did in Britain, why are we met with threats of economic disability and ostracization? That shows more the signs of a protection racket; of bureaucratic gangsterism, than it does of a voluntary cooperation of national markets. The unification of Germany and the amalgamation of the European continent? In a more predictive sense, the European Union shares similarities in it's unifying policies, as it it does to the unification of the German states circa 1871. Spearheaded during the Bismarckian era of the late nineteenth century, Germany, well within a period of two decades transformed from a collection of trading states, to a fully amalgamated nation under Prussian dominated rule, but by what means did this occur, and in what ways does the unification of Germany share similarities to modern Europe? Of course, the chief processes of German unification lied in the economy, the political structure and culture, the political structure I have already covered. The establishment of a newly amalgamated economy among the German States was created through the breaking down of trade barriers between the previously independent states, one of which ways in doing so was the introduction of the single German currency (the Mark) along with a centralised banking system that allowed for both monetary control by the state and the removal of currency exchange between regions. Likewise the European Union brought with it the introduction of a common European currency (the Euro) and too, a European Central Bank. The new Germany also extended its unification to the creation of a common German culture that evoked a sense of nationalism, for instance, the establishment of a new national anthem and German military, to be paraded with pride. Too, the standardisation of the school system to create a state of coherent socialisation among the German generations. What we see with the European Union is also the creation of a common European national anthem and a cooperative European military (though a centralised European military is still developing) and through policies such as the Bolonga Process, the education system of Europe as a whole has been standardised to the specific image of the European Union, even a single European emergency number (112) is under proposition. It is said that history repeats itself, and perhaps what we are living through today is the amalgamation of the European states as transpired nearly 150 years ago within central Europe. And that the non-representative, self appointing parliament of the European Union, resembles almost a kind of bureaucratic Kaiserreich; a kind of Prussian hegemony of the modern day. - a short essay by JDH
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
JD4
European Union: Eastern Bloc of the Twenty First Century?
Some introductory food for thought... "Manufacturing and commercial monopolies owe their origin not to a tendency imminent in a capitalist economy but to governmental interventionist policy directed against free trade and laissez faire."   - Ludwig Von Mises "Bureaucracies are inherently antidemocratic. Bureaucrats derive their power from their position in the structure, not from their relations with the people they are supposed to serve. The people are not masters of the bureaucracy, but its clients."   - Alan Keyes The European Union as the New Eastern Bloc? The Eastern Trading Bloc of the Soviet system had it's origins in the tail end of the Second World war, where, through the suppression of the whereabouts of Kremlin manipulation, had purported itself as democratic agreement, initially giving itself the appearance of a 'bourgeois democracy' as the Soviets called it. Though, inherently was, and clearly became an imperial establishment of control from the Soviet Bureaucracy. Likewise, the European Union, when originally advertised to the nations of Europe was propped up in a similarly unassuming manner, despite having been previously discussed and having the concepts of such a union already organised further back into 1948 at the Hague Conference. The parallels of such such unions (Eastern/Euro) are that they garnered the consent of the public through their foundation being merely upon an economic transnational policy, and not a political one, and therefor their basic parallels are that of deceit. The Eastern Bloc formed what was essentially a symbiosis of the state and the economy, something that naturally would be inherent under a Communist regime. However, the European Union, too, follows a similar reciprocal foundation, for it binds the state and economy, removing the separation of powers by Capitalistic enterprise, and instead, Centralises governance in a more oligarchical, corporate and bureaucratic apparatus. Operating through a complex arrangement of multitudinous committees and boards, whose members form a body of non-elected representatives. Essentially the European Union, on the guise of an economic market, has formed a centralised, quasi-private parliament akin to the Soviet style hegemony of the Eastern Bloc, and through soft-intimidation and misinformation, keeps it's members bonded. Lest it be forgotten that the Union is allegedly one of 'free trade', yet, when discourse begins to brew of leaving, as it did in Britain, why are we met with threats of economic disability and ostracization? That shows more the signs of a protection racket; of bureaucratic gangsterism, than it does of a voluntary cooperation of national markets. The unification of Germany and the amalgamation of the European continent? In a more predictive sense, the European Union shares similarities in it's unifying policies, as it it does to the unification of the German states circa 1871. Spearheaded during the Bismarckian era of the late nineteenth century, Germany, well within a period of two decades transformed from a collection of trading states, to a fully amalgamated nation under Prussian dominated rule, but by what means did this occur, and in what ways does the unification of Germany share similarities to modern Europe? Of course, the chief processes of German unification lied in the economy, the political structure and culture, the political structure I have already covered. The establishment of a newly amalgamated economy among the German States was created through the breaking down of trade barriers between the previously independent states, one of which ways in doing so was the introduction of the single German currency (the Mark) along with a centralised banking system that allowed for both monetary control by the state and the removal of currency exchange between regions. Likewise the European Union brought with it the introduction of a common European currency (the Euro) and too, a European Central Bank. The new Germany also extended its unification to the creation of a common German culture that evoked a sense of nationalism, for instance, the establishment of a new national anthem and German military, to be paraded with pride. Too, the standardisation of the school system to create a state of coherent socialisation among the German generations. What we see with the European Union is also the creation of a common European national anthem and a cooperative European military (though a centralised European military is still developing) and through policies such as the Bolonga Process, the education system of Europe as a whole has been standardised to the specific image of the European Union, even a single European emergency number (112) is under proposition. It is said that history repeats itself, and perhaps what we are living through today is the amalgamation of the European states as transpired nearly 150 years ago within central Europe. And that the non-representative, self appointing parliament of the European Union, resembles almost a kind of bureaucratic Kaiserreich; a kind of Prussian hegemony of the modern day. - a short essay by JDH
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Superwoman to the rescue ! Le Pen: mightier than the sword, greater than Joan of Arc, sexier than Hillary and Maggie Thatcher, way better hair than TRUMP, up-front and national, able to leap obsolete concepts in a single bound; Votez avec sagesse. [ borders / language / culture ] This is the reasonable opposition-proposition. Bonne chance. Que le jour de gloire arrive et que Dieu benisse la France... et vous, Madame.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
connecthook
French Twist
Superwoman to the rescue ! Le Pen: mightier than the sword, greater than Joan of Arc, sexier than Hillary and Maggie Thatcher, way better hair than TRUMP, up-front and national, able to leap obsolete concepts in a single bound; Votez avec sagesse. [ borders / language / culture ] This is the reasonable opposition-proposition. Bonne chance. Que le jour de gloire arrive et que Dieu benisse la France... et vous, Madame.
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Things are changing fast, just as they should, They've changed for the worse, now let's change for the good. The national pride has dwindled and died, Call us whatever you want, we have God on our side. Please do not fear what tomorrow might bring, This extends further than a political wing. I'd like to give The EU a personal thanks, You've shown what a cancer man can create. Were turning our backs and we're done with your games, If the countries collapse, we know you are to blame. So thank you La Pen, You care for your land. We'll show those ******** where to stick their grand plan.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Scottie
For Marine Le Pen
Things are changing fast, just as they should, They've changed for the worse, now let's change for the good. The national pride has dwindled and died, Call us whatever you want, we have God on our side. Please do not fear what tomorrow might bring, This extends further than a political wing. I'd like to give The EU a personal thanks, You've shown what a cancer man can create. Were turning our backs and we're done with your games, If the countries collapse, we know you are to blame. So thank you La Pen, You care for your land. We'll show those ******** where to stick their grand plan.
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Eu sou o vazio As estrelas e o fim do mundo Eu sou o nada Que engole o nada Eu sou o vazio Que não tem início nem fim Eu sou o nada O nada absoluto Eu sou o vazio A escuridão mais escura Eu sou o nada A parte mais vazia de mim Eu sou o vazio Meu corpo inteiro é nada Eu sou o nada Minha vida é toda de vidro Eu sou o vazio O universo saiu de mim (me abandonou) Eu sou o nada E agora estou sozinho.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
serafeim-blazej
Eu sou o vazio e o nada
Eu sou o vazio As estrelas e o fim do mundo Eu sou o nada Que engole o nada Eu sou o vazio Que não tem início nem fim Eu sou o nada O nada absoluto Eu sou o vazio A escuridão mais escura Eu sou o nada A parte mais vazia de mim Eu sou o vazio Meu corpo inteiro é nada Eu sou o nada Minha vida é toda de vidro Eu sou o vazio O universo saiu de mim (me abandonou) Eu sou o nada E agora estou sozinho.
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Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele é o rei das flechas O príncipe e o próprio monarca Ele é o último pássaro humano Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele possui olhos pálidos E canta como um rouxinol Ele vai te enfeitiçar e atar Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele me prendeu ao seu coração azul Meu lar é mais frio que gelo Eu, que um dia, fui uma fênix Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele é o vilão de muitas lendas Eu sou seu prisioneiro em todas elas Inclusive em meu próprio mito Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Eu fui seduzido por sua tristeza e solidão Eu fui enganado por suas lágrimas Eu fui preso por seus lábios Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros E nunca serei livre Meu coração foi tomado de mim Pelo garoto de cabelos negros
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
serafeim-blazej
Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros
Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele é o rei das flechas O príncipe e o próprio monarca Ele é o último pássaro humano Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele possui olhos pálidos E canta como um rouxinol Ele vai te enfeitiçar e atar Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele me prendeu ao seu coração azul Meu lar é mais frio que gelo Eu, que um dia, fui uma fênix Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Ele é o vilão de muitas lendas Eu sou seu prisioneiro em todas elas Inclusive em meu próprio mito Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros Eu fui seduzido por sua tristeza e solidão Eu fui enganado por suas lágrimas Eu fui preso por seus lábios Eu estou atado ao garoto de cabelos negros E nunca serei livre Meu coração foi tomado de mim Pelo garoto de cabelos negros
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Marinheiro, marinheiro Você  perdeu sua âncora Você perdeu seu atlas Marinheiro, marinheiro Você matou seus companheiros E não há lugar em terra para você Marinheiro, marinheiro Te disseram para nunca mais voltar Te mandaram parar de respirar Marinheiro, marinheiro E toda dor que você sentiu? Você perdeu seu coração? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eles te odeiam Você é a própria morte, dizem eles Marinheiro, marinheiro O alfaiate e o jovem da meia-noite estão em paz? Seus fantasmas ainda o perseguem? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você perdeu o receio daquele barco? O velho barco quebrado  que é você Marinheiro, marinheiro Você sentiu o cheiro de casa? Seus companheiros estão em terra Marinheiro, marinheiro Como você navega pelo desfiladeiro? Como você luta com o desespero? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu achei sua âncora e seu atlas Mas eles pertencem a outro senhor Marinheiro, marinheiro Você desistiu do seu destino? Você abandonou sua tripulação Marinheiro, marinheiro Onde será seu enterro? Porque você está morto afinal Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu disser que te odeio Pois você abandonou sua tripulação? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você me responderia Se eu dissesse que te odeio? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você está morto afinal Porque eu sou um fantasma? Marinheiro, marinheiro Onde seu coração está? Porque eu não quero mais sofrer Marinheiro, marinheiro Quem é você afinal? Porque eu sou um espectro de quem você foi Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu matar meus companheiros E abandonar a tripulação Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu vou ser livre do desespero? A escuridão vai me abandonar? Marinheiro, marinheiro Por que eu sou tão triste Se sou um fantasma solitário? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eles dizem que você é o pior Aquele que nunca deveria ter existido Marinheiro, marinheiro O que isso diz sobre mim? Se você, afinal, não tivesse nascido Como eu poderia estar aqui? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você recuperar sua âncora e seu atlas Se você recuperar sua tripulação Você me aceita? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você estiver vivo afinal Você me empresta seu nome? Porque eu estou cansado de sofrer Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu for seu herdeiro Você me deixa navegar naquele velho barco? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você me deixa ser a própria morte? Porque eu não quero mais sofrer. Marinheiro, marinheiro Você permite que eu seja apenas um fantasma Vagando sem rumo pela escuridão? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você permite que eu me mate Para não fazer mais ninguém sofrer? Marinheiro, marinheiro Por que tudo mudou? Era mais fácil quando todos éramos sonhadores Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero ser novamente um marinheiro Para que eu sinta o cheiro de casa Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu não sou mais marinheiro Eu posso abandonar o barco? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero abraçar o mar Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero sangrar com o mar. Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero entender por inteiro Por que eu deixei de ser marinheiro Marinheiro marinheiro Eu vou virar seu companheiro Vamos estar mortos afinal.
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
serafeim-blazej
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Marinheiro, marinheiro Você  perdeu sua âncora Você perdeu seu atlas Marinheiro, marinheiro Você matou seus companheiros E não há lugar em terra para você Marinheiro, marinheiro Te disseram para nunca mais voltar Te mandaram parar de respirar Marinheiro, marinheiro E toda dor que você sentiu? Você perdeu seu coração? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eles te odeiam Você é a própria morte, dizem eles Marinheiro, marinheiro O alfaiate e o jovem da meia-noite estão em paz? Seus fantasmas ainda o perseguem? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você perdeu o receio daquele barco? O velho barco quebrado  que é você Marinheiro, marinheiro Você sentiu o cheiro de casa? Seus companheiros estão em terra Marinheiro, marinheiro Como você navega pelo desfiladeiro? Como você luta com o desespero? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu achei sua âncora e seu atlas Mas eles pertencem a outro senhor Marinheiro, marinheiro Você desistiu do seu destino? Você abandonou sua tripulação Marinheiro, marinheiro Onde será seu enterro? Porque você está morto afinal Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu disser que te odeio Pois você abandonou sua tripulação? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você me responderia Se eu dissesse que te odeio? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você está morto afinal Porque eu sou um fantasma? Marinheiro, marinheiro Onde seu coração está? Porque eu não quero mais sofrer Marinheiro, marinheiro Quem é você afinal? Porque eu sou um espectro de quem você foi Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu matar meus companheiros E abandonar a tripulação Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu vou ser livre do desespero? A escuridão vai me abandonar? Marinheiro, marinheiro Por que eu sou tão triste Se sou um fantasma solitário? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eles dizem que você é o pior Aquele que nunca deveria ter existido Marinheiro, marinheiro O que isso diz sobre mim? Se você, afinal, não tivesse nascido Como eu poderia estar aqui? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você recuperar sua âncora e seu atlas Se você recuperar sua tripulação Você me aceita? Marinheiro, marinheiro Se você estiver vivo afinal Você me empresta seu nome? Porque eu estou cansado de sofrer Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu for seu herdeiro Você me deixa navegar naquele velho barco? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você me deixa ser a própria morte? Porque eu não quero mais sofrer. Marinheiro, marinheiro Você permite que eu seja apenas um fantasma Vagando sem rumo pela escuridão? Marinheiro, marinheiro Você permite que eu me mate Para não fazer mais ninguém sofrer? Marinheiro, marinheiro Por que tudo mudou? Era mais fácil quando todos éramos sonhadores Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero ser novamente um marinheiro Para que eu sinta o cheiro de casa Marinheiro, marinheiro Se eu não sou mais marinheiro Eu posso abandonar o barco? Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero abraçar o mar Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero sangrar com o mar. Marinheiro, marinheiro Eu quero entender por inteiro Por que eu deixei de ser marinheiro Marinheiro marinheiro Eu vou virar seu companheiro Vamos estar mortos afinal.
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Bob sang about it Martin dreamed it John  and yoko did too Jo spoke out As Europeans we were close One world one love Leaders unite Listen to our past Make peace top of the pack Lets not go back Evolve for unity Let's get together and be that all inclusive one world One love
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
ju-clear
One world one love
Bob sang about it Martin dreamed it John  and yoko did too Jo spoke out As Europeans we were close One world one love Leaders unite Listen to our past Make peace top of the pack Lets not go back Evolve for unity Let's get together and be that all inclusive one world One love
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What I have is a pitch angled at nothing and I envy the limber crowd of bees, and I envy the spider’s easy meal. The low hum of a wash cycle competes with, then dislodges my dirge, gradually builds a golden, natural looking wan expression. Diffident? Go out and meander content to accept the indifference of meaning. This walk is not a protest. This work was only ever play. Suitable for all skin types our explanations can’t help themselves, run like British accents on trade and explain away any need for help. Non-streaking conceits you know best how much you are worth.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
simon-leake
Albion Din
What I have is a pitch angled at nothing and I envy the limber crowd of bees, and I envy the spider’s easy meal. The low hum of a wash cycle competes with, then dislodges my dirge, gradually builds a golden, natural looking wan expression. Diffident? Go out and meander content to accept the indifference of meaning. This walk is not a protest. This work was only ever play. Suitable for all skin types our explanations can’t help themselves, run like British accents on trade and explain away any need for help. Non-streaking conceits you know best how much you are worth.
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we use a cheap language full of facts spools feeding nightmares in our grisaille history painting a flat canvas every thing reduced the door said open and you opened it so much of what we are is not about how well we do it but how badly we want it the promised future never came quick enough and we are left asking… the phone wants constant interaction the builders drill, drive the caterpillar squeals the kids on the trampoline howl the dog whimpers like Miles Davis on his horn a more authentic expression than the smooth pop jingles from a lost youth zero — expression from nothing — the background radiation — the song of yes — I am — I want — all this noise against the sense of lack now we know why exhale follows inhale and all things seek to return to their natural gravity — observations will be made by the still articulate of the tiny ecosystem of a forgotten pond the silence after this will be immaculate
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
simon-leake
Stunned
we use a cheap language full of facts spools feeding nightmares in our grisaille history painting a flat canvas every thing reduced the door said open and you opened it so much of what we are is not about how well we do it but how badly we want it the promised future never came quick enough and we are left asking… the phone wants constant interaction the builders drill, drive the caterpillar squeals the kids on the trampoline howl the dog whimpers like Miles Davis on his horn a more authentic expression than the smooth pop jingles from a lost youth zero — expression from nothing — the background radiation — the song of yes — I am — I want — all this noise against the sense of lack now we know why exhale follows inhale and all things seek to return to their natural gravity — observations will be made by the still articulate of the tiny ecosystem of a forgotten pond the silence after this will be immaculate
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Some voted for freedom from that rusty EU shackle. Discussed immigration issues they were unable to tackle. An establishmentarian North, South divide. When poverty strikes there's nowhere to hide. Deep trenched anger rising from the disenfranchised vote. The pound devalued as the right wing gloat. Uncertain times causes a global ripple. Bank of England acts to avoid economic ******* But what of our neighbours? Our brothers in arms? Democratic victors, do they know who this harms? Young against old, divisions laid bare. Political wrangling, do they really care? The Prime Minister resigns and a new chapter to be written. Democracy wins in a diverse, Great Britain.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
rh-78
Brexit
Some voted for freedom from that rusty EU shackle. Discussed immigration issues they were unable to tackle. An establishmentarian North, South divide. When poverty strikes there's nowhere to hide. Deep trenched anger rising from the disenfranchised vote. The pound devalued as the right wing gloat. Uncertain times causes a global ripple. Bank of England acts to avoid economic ******* But what of our neighbours? Our brothers in arms? Democratic victors, do they know who this harms? Young against old, divisions laid bare. Political wrangling, do they really care? The Prime Minister resigns and a new chapter to be written. Democracy wins in a diverse, Great Britain.
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I was walking through the grey rainy streets, another melancholic day. Proud English flags hung up in the windows of council houses. What are we so proud of anyway? A country run on ignorance and blaming the minority, the government wonders why we have a problem with authority? So we will focus on the youth that are disengaged and abstaining from voting.  Don't mention those who are hungry, unemployed and hurting. Ssh, if we keep it quiet then maybe nobody will notice. Close your eyes while the darkness approaches.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
G-M
The darkness approaches
I was walking through the grey rainy streets, another melancholic day. Proud English flags hung up in the windows of council houses. What are we so proud of anyway? A country run on ignorance and blaming the minority, the government wonders why we have a problem with authority? So we will focus on the youth that are disengaged and abstaining from voting.  Don't mention those who are hungry, unemployed and hurting. Ssh, if we keep it quiet then maybe nobody will notice. Close your eyes while the darkness approaches.
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We are a global society When we want oranges in the fruit bowl, When we want out of our rut Just long enough To brown in a patch of Spanish sun. We are a global society When the Japanese car breaks down And we are in need of a cheap fix To keep food on the table, Some Latvian mechanic Who helps us find our way home. We are our own nation, An island nation, When the zeroes run low And there are spaces, Foreign faces, To which we can point And blame. We are a global society With our sweat-shop chic, American coffee chains Selling Colombian ground beans, Frappuccinos in plastic cups- Made in China And served by a Romanian barista In Italian heels. We are a global society When the demand is high And the payment is low. We are our own nation, An island nation, When hands reach out for help And our pockets are too shallow, Our time, too brief To commit to a unity We feel is dragging us down. We are a global society When the football is on, When the lager is Belgian And the supermodel, Greek. When we cradle that bag of Cheetos After smoking too much **** We are a global society When oppression is overt, Caricatured in bulletin posters, Threatening to land Upon our own front door. We are our own nation, An island nation, When poverty seems contagious, When we have to clean up Someone else’s mess, Still we scar the Middle East Only half-interested in an exit. We are a global society When we get sick, When we borrow another doctor For our ailing NHS. When cities of white people burn, We are a global society, When Africa is divided, We are nowhere to be seen. Prime mover of the commonwealth Yet we fall beneath the breadline And living easy is so rare. We are our own nation, An island nation, Under the false flag Of a golden age We were conned to believe in. Our nation, our island nation, Lost amongst a sea of misinformation.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Edward-Coles
Great Britain
We are a global society When we want oranges in the fruit bowl, When we want out of our rut Just long enough To brown in a patch of Spanish sun. We are a global society When the Japanese car breaks down And we are in need of a cheap fix To keep food on the table, Some Latvian mechanic Who helps us find our way home. We are our own nation, An island nation, When the zeroes run low And there are spaces, Foreign faces, To which we can point And blame. We are a global society With our sweat-shop chic, American coffee chains Selling Colombian ground beans, Frappuccinos in plastic cups- Made in China And served by a Romanian barista In Italian heels. We are a global society When the demand is high And the payment is low. We are our own nation, An island nation, When hands reach out for help And our pockets are too shallow, Our time, too brief To commit to a unity We feel is dragging us down. We are a global society When the football is on, When the lager is Belgian And the supermodel, Greek. When we cradle that bag of Cheetos After smoking too much **** We are a global society When oppression is overt, Caricatured in bulletin posters, Threatening to land Upon our own front door. We are our own nation, An island nation, When poverty seems contagious, When we have to clean up Someone else’s mess, Still we scar the Middle East Only half-interested in an exit. We are a global society When we get sick, When we borrow another doctor For our ailing NHS. When cities of white people burn, We are a global society, When Africa is divided, We are nowhere to be seen. Prime mover of the commonwealth Yet we fall beneath the breadline And living easy is so rare. We are our own nation, An island nation, Under the false flag Of a golden age We were conned to believe in. Our nation, our island nation, Lost amongst a sea of misinformation.
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Are we to reject a greater unity for the sake of a superficial sovereignty. For does not the richness of every need its canvas. And every flower deserve a special place in the garden. As every star sits in the nights sky belonging to a constellation. I never hear them complaining only gently sparkling. Are we to reverse down a dark alley not knowing where we are going. Do we wish to offer a clenched fist or are we to open our hand and heart. Have we become so inwardly looking that we switch of our lights close our eyes as a room full of blind nations continue to fight. Are we to be influenced by papers that serendipitously cloud the difference between EU immigrants and Syrian refugee's. As Rupert Murdoch and corperate power divides and conquers. Trillions gather of shore sit on the world like a giant cancer and all we do is fight with each other. As they in circle us with their power we become the entertainment at their coliseum. Or do we pour love within the gaps becoming all so much closer bringing back all our power. Are we to live in a shrinking world where other people's problems do not matter. Is it time to close our eyes or time to look in the mirror. Out out out keep the bad guys out as though our hands were clean that we had never done anything wrong. Are we we to cling to a penny pinching surface or delve into the depths of our character looking for a deeper treasure that truly matters. Will not the true values of our heart not proper when connected more deeply on the inside and out. By clinging to a superficial sovereignty we may find ourselves also clinging to a wobbly mast. As our island drifts of into a rough sea we maybe to involved with surviving that we forget who we truly are.
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
adam-childs
SUPERFICIAL SOVEREIGNTY AGAINST A DEEPER SELF-EXPRESSION
Are we to reject a greater unity for the sake of a superficial sovereignty. For does not the richness of every need its canvas. And every flower deserve a special place in the garden. As every star sits in the nights sky belonging to a constellation. I never hear them complaining only gently sparkling. Are we to reverse down a dark alley not knowing where we are going. Do we wish to offer a clenched fist or are we to open our hand and heart. Have we become so inwardly looking that we switch of our lights close our eyes as a room full of blind nations continue to fight. Are we to be influenced by papers that serendipitously cloud the difference between EU immigrants and Syrian refugee's. As Rupert Murdoch and corperate power divides and conquers. Trillions gather of shore sit on the world like a giant cancer and all we do is fight with each other. As they in circle us with their power we become the entertainment at their coliseum. Or do we pour love within the gaps becoming all so much closer bringing back all our power. Are we to live in a shrinking world where other people's problems do not matter. Is it time to close our eyes or time to look in the mirror. Out out out keep the bad guys out as though our hands were clean that we had never done anything wrong. Are we we to cling to a penny pinching surface or delve into the depths of our character looking for a deeper treasure that truly matters. Will not the true values of our heart not proper when connected more deeply on the inside and out. By clinging to a superficial sovereignty we may find ourselves also clinging to a wobbly mast. As our island drifts of into a rough sea we maybe to involved with surviving that we forget who we truly are.
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Referendum Rap Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light Left right Left right Do I leave, Do I stay Do I play or run away Which way today Far right Outta sight Do I stay, do I fight Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover It’s me, or them, It’s now, or then May be community, Or a lion’s den Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover Do I tango do I talk, Do I make or break a wall If I fly will I fall Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light Left right Left right Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover Now we come to the crux of it Be a Bodhisattva Brit Only self, cherishin’ spin Explains the state we’re in Our imperialistic past Built the wealth of our state Now we’d better give some back Before it’s way too late Sean Hunt  June 7 2016
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
sean-hunt
EU Referendum RAP
Referendum Rap Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light Left right Left right Do I leave, Do I stay Do I play or run away Which way today Far right Outta sight Do I stay, do I fight Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover It’s me, or them, It’s now, or then May be community, Or a lion’s den Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover Do I tango do I talk, Do I make or break a wall If I fly will I fall Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light Left right Left right Who’s my brother, who’s my mother Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover Now we come to the crux of it Be a Bodhisattva Brit Only self, cherishin’ spin Explains the state we’re in Our imperialistic past Built the wealth of our state Now we’d better give some back Before it’s way too late Sean Hunt  June 7 2016
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