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[Devilsadvocate]

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...)

W.J.B

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

[hag4s]

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.

the grip
  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…..