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UntitledI stand before you, bastard parents Knock on your doors of glass and steel Singed by fire and painted with blood Concrete manifestation of a world gone surrealUntitled
The cries of the wronged so easily ignored The pain of our downtrodden, plundered world The monstrous births of the rape of our peoples Blessed by your twisted priests in their highrise steeples
All the crassness you've swept
Under the carpet, onto our heads I have seen pile up Like our nameless dead
I am your prodigal son On a quest for what is real Undaunted by your towers
by ~Kuchema
AnteconomicsThe problem with economics is that the whole discipline is based on false assumptions. I believe this, and I believe this is what leads us to a number of problems. Economics is passed off as a rigorous, precise discipline. It is as unquestioned and lofty to laymen as the Sciences are. A little applied philosophy soon shows that it is dangerously misguided.Anteconomics
Here are some basic assumptions of Economics:
We are all independent, rational ‘maximisers’.
We make decisions in the face of a scarcity of resources and unlimited desires.
Any absolute assumptions are suspect to me. Furthermore, an assumpt
by ~Kuchema
FreedomYou lock up a man for doing what's right Hunt down his children Burn his house Beat his wifeFreedom
But freedom will come Freedom will come
You hunt down our people Force-feed us lies Turn our brothers into spies But freedom will come A ray of sunshine To light up our hungry eyes
Despite your hate and your lies Freedom will come You will lose your lie And despite your best alibi Freedom will come
So fly the flag of the hungry worker Fly the flag of the angry son Fly the flag that's the colour of our blood Fly
by ~Kuchema
BlacksmithBlacksmith, blacksmith, I've forgotten your name Was it Michael, was it Ian, or was it Shane? Are we in your way, as colossal you stand Hammering away with a shaky blind hand? An anvil made of rock, a hammer made of clay But still, tireless, you hammer away You beat and bend and hammer us, down to the bone As we lie all together on the anvil we're alone The trickle of our blood reaches the ground And the anvil's never empty cause there's bodies all aroundBlacksmith
Blacksmith, blacksmith, I hear you yell About so many things, so pray do tell Who's got total control over YOUR
by ~Kuchema
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Of Truth and RevolutionOur story begins like most others do, with confusion, suffering and most importantly a yearning for change and a resolute determination to rise above the confines of a system designed with restrictions in mind.Of Truth and Revolution
A search for personal freedom, a journey with meaning as the destination and the selfish need of revolution as the starting point.
Our hero is not your everyday hero, instead our hero is that part of us which is latent and asleep, but yet it is a part of us which is only dormant, only claiming to be dead but in reality it is only biting its time, waiting for an opportunity to yet again rise over the restrictio
by ~PKemp
GrammarI the am we are trapped in the they if small words are most a sentence is are incomplete in out this without a and the full stop I the am we are trapped of by the wordsGrammar
who that do will compose
the a lot mostly if of
&nbs
by ~Sharzela
Deaths mirrorBirdie in the mirror Looking through the wall Can you see the droplets Of blood that fall My blade is clean But my soul is black For the life that slipped away Is walking down Deaths trackDeaths mirror
Come watch the dieing live Or see the living die Children that can’t see Can the never cry? Life is full of beauty Of what death is full No one knows
But those who are still.
by ~Sharzela
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oh hai.
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i think its probably going to be good.
except i can't really absorb big paragraphs.
i zone out and think about other words.
i'll try harder later i think.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman . . . for I walked down the sidestreets, under the trees with a headache- self-conscious- looking at the full moon.
I'm far too young and far too full of pretty words to tell you what I feel... But don't stop. Keep writing, and I hope that someday, someone with the power to change hears your cries for help.
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