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Array ( [sid] => 169293 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Every of the living should dream, for without dreaming this world is not living. [time] => 2011-12-14 15:57:41 [hometext] => Spread the word & not the virus. [bodytext] => A world filled with many dreams
To live, to win, to grow
But what about the other side, the side of poverty
Where the solemn child cries for a non-existent parent

On our side a child cries for what he wants
What about what another needs
Tears overflow the eyes of a mother;
As she holds her child for a last few seconds
Hoping, praying
For a better world,
For her unprotected young

What about the drugged up kid on the corner
The corner of life and death
Did he ever have parents?
Family?
Friends?
Now his another one of the lost

You see the casualties of life
Are much larger than the casualties of war
Reflection of errors has potential to save the lives of many
But still you kill
Kill for your own wants
In the name of a country
Or a religion that is sworn against killing

Young children are taught
“Think before you act or speak”
Whilst our leaders, our role models
Act without thinking
For all our people to see
Maybe a child would be better suited,
Or maybe peace would be more tolerated.

So many religions
Each has their god
In times of need which will you turn to?
Or maybe we should take responsibility
Responsibility for our own actions and words
Forget about the religions
And try living with your own right and wrong

For without religion there would be nothing
Nothing to separate the races,
Therefore nothing to start a war
And nothing to say that the poor or the different,
Do not deserve as good a life as you

A valley once full of lush plantation,
Sky once that, sky blue
Now lays a place avoided to any living
The corpses of many lay in the mud
The Jewish, the Nazis
They lay to rest together
At peace at last

We start a fight that could last for eternity
Another mess left for the young of society;
How are they supposed to settle with the world?
When they are already left in the messes of past
All those men die for vain
What gives a leader the right to seal his fate?

Millions of dollars spent on armies,
While we leave our own people
They are poor and dying,
Yet still we are full of greed and naiveté’s
What if it was you,
No money,
No life
And no help from any of the countries,
Countries that instead cause more destruction through war

NASA spends millions, searching for other worlds
Whilst the children waste away in our own world
What happened to our priorities?
Even a blind man could see
This is no way to run a world
Turn to any of your “gods”
Surely he does not agree with this either

Are the people we call heroes really worthy?
What about the kids in Afghanistan
You can only imagine what they see,
How hungry they are
No water
Yet they still push on
And hold their families and friends up
Is that not a job worthy of a hero?
Yet we push these people away like they aren’t even human

We have so far to come
Not even close to total peace
Maybe in 2012 if the world did end
It would be better,
We could start again


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Every of the living should dream, for without dreaming this world is not living.

Contributed by Damian on Wednesday, 14th December 2011 @ 03:57:41 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



A world filled with many dreams
To live, to win, to grow
But what about the other side, the side of poverty
Where the solemn child cries for a non-existent parent

On our side a child cries for what he wants
What about what another needs
Tears overflow the eyes of a mother;
As she holds her child for a last few seconds
Hoping, praying
For a better world,
For her unprotected young

What about the drugged up kid on the corner
The corner of life and death
Did he ever have parents?
Family?
Friends?
Now his another one of the lost

You see the casualties of life
Are much larger than the casualties of war
Reflection of errors has potential to save the lives of many
But still you kill
Kill for your own wants
In the name of a country
Or a religion that is sworn against killing

Young children are taught
“Think before you act or speak”
Whilst our leaders, our role models
Act without thinking
For all our people to see
Maybe a child would be better suited,
Or maybe peace would be more tolerated.

So many religions
Each has their god
In times of need which will you turn to?
Or maybe we should take responsibility
Responsibility for our own actions and words
Forget about the religions
And try living with your own right and wrong

For without religion there would be nothing
Nothing to separate the races,
Therefore nothing to start a war
And nothing to say that the poor or the different,
Do not deserve as good a life as you

A valley once full of lush plantation,
Sky once that, sky blue
Now lays a place avoided to any living
The corpses of many lay in the mud
The Jewish, the Nazis
They lay to rest together
At peace at last

We start a fight that could last for eternity
Another mess left for the young of society;
How are they supposed to settle with the world?
When they are already left in the messes of past
All those men die for vain
What gives a leader the right to seal his fate?

Millions of dollars spent on armies,
While we leave our own people
They are poor and dying,
Yet still we are full of greed and naiveté’s
What if it was you,
No money,
No life
And no help from any of the countries,
Countries that instead cause more destruction through war

NASA spends millions, searching for other worlds
Whilst the children waste away in our own world
What happened to our priorities?
Even a blind man could see
This is no way to run a world
Turn to any of your “gods”
Surely he does not agree with this either

Are the people we call heroes really worthy?
What about the kids in Afghanistan
You can only imagine what they see,
How hungry they are
No water
Yet they still push on
And hold their families and friends up
Is that not a job worthy of a hero?
Yet we push these people away like they aren’t even human

We have so far to come
Not even close to total peace
Maybe in 2012 if the world did end
It would be better,
We could start again






Copyright © Damian ... [ 2011-12-14 15:57:41]
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Re: Every of the living should dream, for without dreaming this world is not living. (User Rating: 1 )
by aliopterix on Wednesday, 14th December 2011 @ 04:06:41 PM AEST
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Triumphant soliloquy, very well done, truly. Aliopterix.


Re: Every of the living should dream, for without dreaming this world is not living. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th December 2011 @ 04:44:05 PM AEST
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Right on, Damian!

In 1989 I dropped out of the world to make the statements you scribe so well in this very good piece.
Went to live for twenty-three in the wilderness a hundred years ago. Lived like the Navajo, the indigenous Dine of northwest New Mexico. I even got a compliment from a healer of the Dine people (the word translates, the people, who visited my home said, "You treat your land like the Navajo, not like the white man." It didn't make the world better but it did work to make me better to relate to people the silliness of modern existence. Perhaps the supposition that the end would be better than going on is why I no longer fear death in my older years 'n' declining health. My "God" says, "Serve, don't run away from Humanity." Had a good time reading and relating to some mighty fine writin'. It's kinda like my left wing friends say about my patriotic conservative writings, "You tell lies so beautifully!" Who wins? Kudos.
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