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#framing
The headlines are becoming head-lies
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
TYPO
If it's a distance empty from the A to B we can't decipher. lined along with bricks and mortar, stick and stone left how we like em. How do efforts scurry through assuming light could bless the shadow nose to sky with hopeful glances honing in on roads of gravel. Growing disillusion suits a lofty breadth of chest to beat on knowing in the end a setting sun eclipses better eons. Apropos of nothing and devoid of any hopeful signal known to try imposing gold on weathered stone, and broken spindles Drew the yoke upon a sect who we prescribed a disposition drawing red each sordid line, insuring they'll be sent to prison. Never free. The harvester assumes the fruit have grown impatient failing here to see them printing license plates on new plantations. Maybe in the future we'll refuse the craven role, observer, graduate to breaking through, return the lives we stole with fervor. Maybe while elites are keen to trim the fat and clip the losses, we'll discover links they hadn't seen, between our little boxes.
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
Framing
Were you a victim? Were you held captive? What was the ransom? How deep was our bond? Were you in chains? Forced to be bound to me? Or is that the way You want to be seen?
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
WIP
Our lives crumble and fail, East or west more losses, we avail. Our foods turned life-sucking cocktail, You got our revenues and livelihood to curtail. We, the creators of the foodbanks, Our lives now turned, mere votebanks, You destroyed all our riverbanks, Brought our lives to end with your loan banks. Lived and cultivated happily, with self-reliance, Demolished our self-reliance, with your idiotic brilliance, Deliberately stole our self-reliant roots, Through your money-minded ****** selfish loots. Toiled ourselves to turn lands arable, through generations, Your land acquisitions, put us under dictator oppressions, Blood-sucking ********** gave us all fright & plight. It’s time we rise and say Our Land is our right. Deceived us with your developmental illusions, Pushed us towards suicide, under incurable obsessions, You commented our farming, old and backward. Taught us land-killing cultivation, very awkward, In the form of food, we harvest poisons, With our life costing mistakes, learnt worthy lessons. We don’t get our deserving price, Unheard and Weakened is our voice, To the rulers, we are just a useless choice, For them, our deadly weeps are just a noise. We sold our crops to middlemen, Rulers sold our seeds to corporates, We sold our lives, for a permanent solution. For media, we are just a hype. To the nature’s wrath, our crops became unripe. For livelihood, we are compelled to get loans, To repay you, push us to reloans, Lose our lives, helpless and incapable to pay our loans, Leaving our families helplessly to moan and groan. It’s time we raise a warning. To you we won’t keep serving, You will realize our value, To the corporates, when you lose your revenue. It’s an alarm, it’s an alarm, To the businessmen we lose our farm, To the corporates our ownership is vested, From owners we have turned rented. Your life would be on danger, Then corporates would play with your hunger, You can’t even own a burger, To them your lives too would turn meager. Let’s rise and fight, Exclaim our land is our identity and right, Let’s correct, where we lack, To the natural farming, let’s get back. Let us raise, Let us determine our price, If we become selfish and vice, You will lose all your slice and rice.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Farmers- The creators of food bank
Our lives crumble and fail, East or west more losses, we avail. Our foods turned life-sucking cocktail, You got our revenues and livelihood to curtail. We, the creators of the foodbanks, Our lives now turned, mere votebanks, You destroyed all our riverbanks, Brought our lives to end with your loan banks. Lived and cultivated happily, with self-reliance, Demolished our self-reliance, with your idiotic brilliance, Deliberately stole our self-reliant roots, Through your money-minded ****** selfish loots. Toiled ourselves to turn lands arable, through generations, Your land acquisitions, put us under dictator oppressions, Blood-sucking ********** gave us all fright & plight. It’s time we rise and say Our Land is our right. Deceived us with your developmental illusions, Pushed us towards suicide, under incurable obsessions, You commented our farming, old and backward. Taught us land-killing cultivation, very awkward, In the form of food, we harvest poisons, With our life costing mistakes, learnt worthy lessons. We don’t get our deserving price, Unheard and Weakened is our voice, To the rulers, we are just a useless choice, For them, our deadly weeps are just a noise. We sold our crops to middlemen, Rulers sold our seeds to corporates, We sold our lives, for a permanent solution. For media, we are just a hype. To the nature’s wrath, our crops became unripe. For livelihood, we are compelled to get loans, To repay you, push us to reloans, Lose our lives, helpless and incapable to pay our loans, Leaving our families helplessly to moan and groan. It’s time we raise a warning. To you we won’t keep serving, You will realize our value, To the corporates, when you lose your revenue. It’s an alarm, it’s an alarm, To the businessmen we lose our farm, To the corporates our ownership is vested, From owners we have turned rented. Your life would be on danger, Then corporates would play with your hunger, You can’t even own a burger, To them your lives too would turn meager. Let’s rise and fight, Exclaim our land is our identity and right, Let’s correct, where we lack, To the natural farming, let’s get back. Let us raise, Let us determine our price, If we become selfish and vice, You will lose all your slice and rice.
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I dare not say I am one thing For fear it might be true Mindset is the truth in all Bending mind can bend reality Still, it’s known that acknowledgement Is most necessary for fulfillment The first step to saving the world Is knowing that it must be But, in agony, I wait When should I know? Be certain? Decide? If at all, for whom, and why? Do I want to know if I exist? Perceive accurately or not at all? Do I want to know whether he loves me And for what, but must I know? Seeing or perceiving Which do I choose in my life Happiness is all I seek But is it fake or not
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Seeing or Perceiving—Framing