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Anti-AmericanAnti-American
We work beneath the sun,
our sweat feeds the soil,
our hands pull up wealth
while our tired blood boils.

We work for them,
on hands and knees for them,
coming from a land
that dares not question them.
And they dare call us anti-American?

We live without question,
but fear drags us down.
We are just as much a part,
but we are still torn to the ground.

We sing the pursuit of happiness,
but their satisfaction is lorded over us.
Our lips are tied, our shackles tightened,
and in tears we cry.
And they dare call us anti-American?

Like The (Insert Here)Like the BBC
That's not the news for me
Like the Catholic Church
Makes me want to search
Like Federal Government
No need to be hesitant
Like Benghazi
It is Crazy
Like the NRA
That is not okay
Like the IRS
Conservatives need a test?
Like the press tapping
Why is this happening?
Like Watergate
Paranoia and hate
Like Newtown
What is going down?
Like Obama-care
Public option is not there
Like polarization of Washington
Change was what we were hoping
Like the liberals
Why do you create walls?
Like the conservatives
Why do you lack objectives?
Like the American Dream
It isn't want it seems

WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern…wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier…

Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
und eloquent,
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
und unersättlich,
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke

ich bin der Weltenspieler

Kuenstliches Komasie wachen niemals auf

das blockierte System vegetiert
in sich verschlossen

keine Anschläge auf Milliardäre
deren nahrungstoxische Fabriken
passive Zombies züchten

Klimakollaps und Betonwüsten
im Sinne
der Unter-Gangs-Propheten
auf das Versprochene beten

wieviel Profit
wird diese Not entwerfen
weitere zweitausend Jahre vom Monde
eine Welt zu erpressen?

niemand will kämpfen
- bloß warnen -

Verständnis
ist das Massengrab der Blinden
die niemals heraus finden

selbstoperierende Zellen
gegen Kartelle
die unter Obama ihre Lobby
im Senat verdoppeln

seht ihre Taten
und glaubt nicht bezahlten Worten

...
die Farben des Ozeans sind menschlich
d

I present you with a picture.I present you with a picture.
I want you to take a look.

It's two hands interlocked if you didn't know.
Two hands embracing each other.

Take a closer look.
Get in real close.

They are just two hands right?
Two hands among millions, billions even.

No one would look at this picture and say,
'That's wrong'

Maybe if the hands were coloured differently.
Someone would complain, some racist out there.

But I wouldn't and I know most others wouldn't either.
But that's a shame it's not everyone.

Lets zoom out shall we?
Take in the whole picture.

It's two men.
Or two women.

Do you still think 'it's okay'?
Honestly tell me.

Some would say it's

Inside This IpodINSIDE THIS IPOD

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC, MUSIC YOU THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHED, YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS MUSIC BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

INSIDE THIS IPOD HAS PICTURES, PICTURES THAT ARE HAPPY, SAD, ANGRY, AND SOOTHING, YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THEM BUT YOU MIGHT NOT, YOU MIGHT LIKE THEM AND YOU MIGHT NOT, THE IPOD DOES NOT CARE BECAUSE YOU TOLD IT TO DO WHAT YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT

THIS IPOD HAS MUSIC AND PICTURES IT HAS GAMES AND INTERNET, BUT IT DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS, IT DOES NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT BUT IT WILL GET IT IF IT HAS IT, IT DOES NOT KNOW YOU OR WHA

Fellow WorkerRitual bloodletting
Suicide us all
For your failures, your mistakes
Will cost us all
Solidarity will save us
Only if you're brave enough
Fellow Worker

OppressorsWe tell you how to speak
We tell you how to walk
We tell you how to streak
We tell you how to talk

We want you to listen
And Obey
We want you to think
This way

You are free
To answer to we
You are special
But not nearly crucial

We don't want your respect
We demand it
We don't ask you to be perfect
We command it

Your choice is our will
Resist, and we kill.

The StageYour life is a play,
And you are the lead;
So don your mask
And let the show begin.

Don't forget your lines.
Follow the script.
There's no room for improvisation here.

Play your part well.
Don't let your mask slip.
Nobody cares who you are under there.

Lie through your teeth.
We all do it;
We must.
Learn quick,
Learn well;
There's no one here you can trust.

When the curtains rise
We all hide,
Lest they see our true souls.
And the audience,
They will love us,
As long as we stick to our roles.

The world is the stage,
And your life tonight's amusement;
Son don your lies,
Hide your self deep within.

My other SoulEvery view trough the Window,
reminds me that I am caged inside my own reality,
lost in a false heaven, cause my soul isn´t here.
We are two parts of one soul,
forever bound in our heart.

Every view in the Mirror,
shows me who i realy are as i see my soul behind my eyes.
I am you, little me, you are me.
More than just a Human, not better,
just different.

-consistent hope- as i mentor-consistent hope-

as i mentor my madness
i grow sick with a sadness
as i age I am lonely
praying for my only

to shine light in my shadows
piercing like arrows
an uninterrupted peace
brought forth from release

a new reason for motivation
a change in my station
its something to wait for
need only knock at my door

as i endure
i ponder my cure
i seek my next chapter
for the heart i may be the captor.

A Fool for All to SeeYou want to rule,
Claim your convictions.
Drown out all the noise
For your own interpretations

Decide now, choose who to be;
A hero, or a fool for all to see?

You want to shine,
Proof your ideology.
Bomb out the truth
For your own deity.

Decide now, choose who to be;
A savior, or a fool for all to see?

You want to conquer,
Induce your supremacy.
Lay waste the opposition
for your own divinity.

Decide now, choose who to be;
Until then, you are a fool for all to see.

sie sagen ReformSie sagen Reform

unerlässliche, unveränderliche
Verschluckung der Hohen zum Aufbau alter Strukturen
Sie sagen Reform

Gemeinsame, unentrinnbare
Erstickung aller, als Konsequenz alter Strukturen
Ich sage Horrorvision

immer wieder
ohne Ende
ohne Anfang

Arroganz gepaart mit Dummheit
als Raster, als Weltbild bildloser Ignoranten
ungebildet

Energie verbunden mit Wahnsinn
als Waffe
gegen Köpfe bunter Farbe
Farbengleichheit

Viel zu lange Magersucht
wir verschlucken die Idealisten
Ohren hören, Nerven leiten, Synapsenentgleisung
wir merken uns die Lügen
aber wir bemerken es nicht

What I didn't understandIt's a blurry afternoon
I'm sitting all alone,
                         in my room
I'm trying to watch
I'm trying to see
                            Though they can't see me
I don't understand
neither do they
                           So what's the point?
Looking right through them
feels like fading away
                              They got nothing to say
They yell, they shout
Still I can't hear, can't understand

Our Freedom, Before Death?Through hell we cross
Bleeding all the Way
Fighting for our lives
Our Freedom
When we get through
Refugees, we shall not be
Fighting for others
On their way
through the dreaded path
To freedom
fighting as warriors
so may their god accept them
and give us blessings
so all our Brothers may finally
be Free

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Have You Forgotten?

by ~kuroinami, Nov 28, 2005, 6:03:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.

Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another

Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.

Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again

Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all

Have you forgotten the value of life?
How we swore we would avenge them
How we said we would bring killers to justice
How we promised that we would make the world
A safer place for all children

Have you forgotten the day that changed our lives?

Have You Forgotten?by ~kuroinami

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

So I realise I haven't written any poetry in a while, and I'm sorry, I just haven't been depressed. I'm not particularly depressed now, just angry about the people who want us to pull out of Iraq imediately. Its stupid. Period, end of story. What you would get would be far worse than the Taliban ever were. No we need to see it through. Even if you don't agree with this, at least read the poem, there's something else.

Style notes: Don't tell me that you don't like my punctuation, I have it like it is for a reason. Other than that there are a few end rhymns, but nothing throughout the entire poem.

Yeah, if you can't tell what this is about think back to September four years ago.

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!xXProwlXx Dec 18, 2009 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i agree with both your poem and your point of view. if we really backed out of iraq, they'd just come back and bomb us again. they'd probably go nuclear and kill millions, so the little "no brain anti-war person against all this" is a bunch of bull to me. i got no problem with people who are against war, but it pisses me off when people are like we dont need this war, its bad for the economy and crap. war is necessary, and this war wouldnt even be here if the taliban hadnt killed so many of our own in the first place.
sorry about my rant, heh, sorry

~CheekyValiance Feb 25, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I can't read about 9/11 for another 20 years. in future generations this peom may be famous (to those children who did not live through 9/11) but to write about 9/11 evokes powerful images more personal to the audience and makes them almost callous to your poem.. it's well written, but I'm numb to it by now.

~kuroinami Feb 25, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

I was angry when I wrote it. Very angry, people seemed to have forgotten all of those feeling you described, and I don't think they should forget, at least, not for a while.

~gifts-raemanzu Dec 1, 2005 Student Writer

*nods* very meaningful...thank you for writing it. *thoughtful silence*

~kuroinami Dec 2, 2005 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. I'm glad you got something from it.

~LadyShadowblade Nov 30, 2005

Wow.
Good style choice of asking questions, because it does make the reader question themself. Simple but elegant language, extremely evocative.

I'm glad you wrote this...too many people have forgotten the tragedy and the sacrifice of that day...

~kuroinami Nov 30, 2005 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, though I don't feel especially deserving of your praise. There are some flow problems that I'm going to have to correct later. I'm glad you liked it, though.
And as far as I'm concerned, the world will NEVER be allowed to forget 9/11

~LadyShadowblade Dec 1, 2005

Oh pshaw. My philospohy is if you receive praise, you've earned it.

~kuroinami Dec 2, 2005 Hobbyist Writer

Ah, well, you can't argue with that I guess, lol

*vaneral Nov 29, 2005 Hobbyist General Artist

Very moving. Mah neh, it feels like some people have forgotten. But it's welcome to know there are others who haven't.

I'm glad you're actually informed about the war. IT's frustrating talking to people who only listen to the media. My dad went over twice and said the exact same thing--the iraqis want us there and are grateful. This was truly a pleasure to read.

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