War | Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
War Scenario Clouds, Gun Fires
Bombing, No Peace, Worried World, Helpless People
Ceasefire, Maintain Peace and Harmony
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anti-war poems
Surma- Surma | Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
Yeh! Surma, Yeh! Surma
Look at East, Suffer from Tsunami
North-West, Suffer from Earth Quake
West, Suffer Infighting, South-West from bombarding
Dangers of war like scenario are hovering clouds
Gun fires and bombings are disturbing peace
World is worried, all people are helpless
To maintain peace and harmony, to open a dialogue
Humanity, mankind and peace are the priorities
One has no authority to pollute the environment
Peace and harmony are the priorities of 21st century
Can’t afford to lose, lives and property damages
Where is the point, and what for emanating of war
Peace and tranquility are need of the hour
The whole world lauds and needs discussion on table
People are worried a lot; try avoiding war crime situations
Green Tracks Blazing Away
Glazing Ball Rolling Away
Liking Runs Flowing Home
World is shouting in Laughing Way
Respect and Honor Flowing-in
Money and Awards, Coming-in
Felicitations are Pouring-in
They’re Richey Rich, Ohǃ Surma Surma
Service to Villages is beautiful way
Villages’ look-alike polished way
Business preferring cashless way
Paytm, Atm, Oh! Payment way
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Ceasefire | G. Louis Heath
Ghosts of the past descend upon
today, machicolating glowing fury
upon the diurnal cavalcade. Beneath
serried corbels in the Jerusalem stone
parapet, humanity in camo queues at
the burning road, makes ready to dance
with fire. Of a sudden, a sanguine bugle
throbs the air: Stand down, ceasefire!
Out of thin air, that is not really so thin,
but is beckoned by the better angels of
our nature, mankind has gathered dire
strength to face down what haunts us.
This Year’s History of the 20th Century | Benjamin Nardolilli
Maybe it’s 1939 all over again, maybe
it’s 1913, or 1914, just look at the Spratly Islands
or the Balkans, or any old strait,
in today’s world, sea is the new landmass
Maybe it’s 1929, I’m refreshing my page
waiting for the next big dipper in the Dow Jones,
the UK wants to leave the EU and Capital
has to collapse over that, that’s what they tell me
Maybe it’s 1992, if Scotland leaves and Wales
insurrects while Belfast self-destructs,
hell, London might pop itself off the body
politic and leave the United Kingdom for New York
Somebody thinks it’s going to be 1917,
or 1989 with shades of memory for 1789,
people rising up and putting chains aside to smash,
with gulags and guillotines for those with cash
The popular theory is it’s going to be 1933,
those who oppose, are arming to make it 1945
but if we really want to stop it all from repeating,
we need to march like it’s 1964 for jobs and freedom
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Patriotism | Stan Morrison
Herringbone Harry never wanted to carry a gun, not even a toy one, not even for fun. Harry thought these things could hurt. Better run for cover, run home and tell my mother. Forget about “A Soldier’s Story,” and “Paths to Glory.” “Johnny Got His Gun” is the tale for everyone to learn.
The sergeant said, “Take this gun and fire it on anyone on the MGM lot for practice. Here are our orders, read’em. You’re headed for “Iraqi Freedom.” Rumsfeld anointing oil. Let the tanks run over the cradle of civilization, down by the Euphrates. Fighting terrrrrzm, making the world safe for Hell Burton.
Harry’s gig was a total drag. Harry’s gone home in a body bag. The West Point choir sang a poignant hymn, everyone’s spouting tears or opinions. The television crew is grateful for their safe jobs. Oxymorons invade the senses: holy crusade anti-terrorist offensives mission accomplished.
Not responsible for vehicles parked overnight. Not responsible for damage during shipping. Not responsible for items lost or stolen. Not responsible for clothes left over 30 days. Not responsible for what happened to Harry. Not responsible for anything we ever do or say. Amen.
The Selective Service System | R U Outavit
The Selective Service System
is a rather curious invention
of noble, but dubious intention.
It is designed, don’t you see,
to protect the citizenry (you and me),
and to safeguard our country’s liberty.
But, I am resigned to wonder, quite naturally,
how sound is the national policy
of depending on anyone who, involuntarily,
is expected to fight and die courageously
for principles of freedom and democracy
which he was forced to surrender unwillingly!
Now, who can understand that,
or agree with the wisdom of a draft –
when people become just numbers in a hat?
Pity Pity Pity | Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
Pity, Pity, We Feel Sorry
I see East, Each Time Tsunami
View at West, Every Time Quake
I Am Against War and Bomb
Pity, Pity, Pity, We Are Worried
I Appeal Rulers, To Get People Peace
Don’t Go For War, People Loose Life
Pity, Pity, Pity, No War, No War
No, No, No, War Crimes No
Yes, Yes, Yes, Peace Accord Best
Pity, Pity, Pity, We are Afraid
I and You Feel, Need of the Hour
Food and Shelter, Foremost Talk
Pity, Pity, Pity, Children are Pretty
Adopt, Adopt, We will Adopt Village
Develop and Develop, Village People Develop.
Pity, Pity, Pity, Villages Are Pretty
Each is Great, Who Work for Peace
Great and Great, Mankind is Great.
Pity, Pity, Pity, We are all Pretty
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Ku, Ku, Koo
Happy and Happy, Everybody be Happy
Pity, Pity, Pity, We be Pretty
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