Poetry, Got something? ...Shtick it here..
Feb 12 2007, 12:32 PM
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Joined: 3-February 07
Member No.: 551
Hope you enjoy this...
Und nun, liebe kinder, gebt fein acht:
Die wahrheit wird zu sand gemacht!
...Den streut man jenen in die Augen
die niemals fragen- alles glauben...
Die volle wahrheit zu ertragen
steht jenen an die Fragen fragen-
Nur dem der sie zu stellen wagt:
Und Gott hilf dem der Fragen fragt!
(My children- come and see this land
were truth has long since turned to sand
which wind will blow into the eyes
of those who never question lies...
The truth to bear is for those men
who dare to question- and who then
make asking their most pressing task:
And God help those who dare to ask...)
All material marked "W. J. B" is my own; anyone wanting to make use of this- feel free to do so (except commercial use, that is); just don't remove the "W.J.B", please. -Devilsadvocate-
This post has been edited by Devilsadvocate: Oct 6 2007, 11:36 AM
Aug 30 2007, 04:07 AM
Group: Student Forum Pilot
Joined: 29-October 06
Member No.: 181
hip hop may be the poetry of my generation... this is a UK rapper by the name of braintax, top notch stuff, see my sig for another example.
From the furthest point East to the wildest West
Powers travelled round the planet on a bloody conquest
European kings and priests with omnipotence
Soldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing citizens
And worse still spreading germs and plagues
Now is so much a result of those bad old days
From the town hall, to inner-city architecture
From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in Leicester
Casino alcoholics in the Mid-West,
junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass death
The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of gold
And churches justifying lives being sold
Though the culprits change, control rarely shifts
Only China comes close to even f*cking with this
This world we call Earth and the system I dis
A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist
Look at Chile now - decimated native populations held down
The rich, white powers holding on
With British backing like Malaysia’s arms buying
The same gang’s running the show and I’m trying
to see through this and not become a lone hitman
Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan
Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition
On telly, she put my brain into a strange position
So do you come to terms with devilish ways?
Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray?
I try to think about the positive things
One Love, no queen, one god, no king
I wish I had the will to fight back
Be at the World Trade Centre all dressed in black
Me and an angry pack
Instead I just rap and give back
And see a rich life and think I still want to live that
It’s so subtle how they muddle us
Now life is so complex we let the smallest things trouble us
And revolution? Forget that for the one fact
We don’t have the arms to even try to compete
It’s even easier to keep your head down and stay asleep
And while you’re lying there counting see your face in them sheep
And that’s deep but not as deep as losing a child,
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in messed-up religion half-baked in belief
So I won’t stop rapping till you get my drift
That we’re held in the Grip getting sorely dissed
Capitalists are we, we pretend we’re not
Buying better trainers each year, connecting dots
We go from first job to next job, to mortgage to kids
Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in’ to live
Me I’m striving to give but I’ll hustle like mad
Just to get ahead in life
I need money so bad, yeah I’m pissed now
So do you get my gist now?
If hell existed, half the world’s already in the lift down…..
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