Quotes about crime, page 8
An Unpardonable Crime
Strange is the justification
To launch a war,
Against the innocent
Against the weaponless.
Strange is the confrontation,
A shell or a missile.
Or a Daisy Cutter against a stone.
Pretended war has at the back,
The intention to reserve,
The reserves of the world,
For descendants of the Launchers.
Lands are being occupied,
The oil-wells are being usurped,
The rights are being snatched,
Multitude of homeless is being enhanced,
Hunger is being sponsored,
Smiles and laughter are being stolen,
The son are being slaughtered,
The brothers are being murdered,
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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Stop That Gentle Rocking Of My Cradle
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
Will you stop that gentle rocking.
Will you stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Children now programmed to download.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Children now exposed and overdosed...
On,
Crime...
Treason!
And...
Denial.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ballad of Ronnie Dunwoody
Ronnie Dunwoody done wrong to his buddy
He done him a dastardly deed;
He killed him one night
In the cold moonless light
In the heat of his passion and greed.
Regardless of all of the danger
Dunwoody had made up his mind;
He knew he'd do time
For his obnoxious crime
If evidence he left behind.
The speak-easy rang out with laughter
The show, Ronnie knew, had begun;
He bagged up his buddy
With fingers all bloody
While those out the front had their fun.
The rear of the joint was in darkness
Hiding well the dead body of Jake;
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poem by John Carter Brown
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Zoo Blues - parody T.S. Eliot Macavity
The Lion and the Unicorn
The Lion and the Unicorn were happy, but the Crown
decided that the Lion’s day was done, his house pulled down,
so Council’s moral: pull his tail! At that, heart-wrending groan
was heard – no more the sturdy roar each one felt was his own!
And like the chimpanzees who teased their fleas and used to clown
at tea-time in the London Zoo – his whereabouts’ unknown!
Some sought him in the Parliament, and some in Lion Square,
though dogs may bark in Regent’s Park, the Lion was not there...
The Lion and the Unicorn together used to frown
upon Old England’s enemies, to please the King, - now brown
and rusty lies the cage’s door, poor watchman sighs alone,
for no one tries to subsidise the former keeper’s loan!
And though the government meant well, he’s hounded out of town,
his days are up, no more to sup, upon a luscious bone, -
some call upon 10 Downing Street, some Fleet Street, some Mayfair,
though dogs may bark in Regent’s Park, the Lion is not there!
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A qui la faute?
Tu viens d'incendier la Bibliothèque ?
- Oui.
J'ai mis le feu là.
- Mais c'est un crime inouï !
Crime commis par toi contre toi-même, infâme !
Mais tu viens de tuer le rayon de ton âme !
C'est ton propre flambeau que tu viens de souffler !
Ce que ta rage impie et folle ose brûler,
C'est ton bien, ton trésor, ta dot, ton héritage
Le livre, hostile au maître, est à ton avantage.
Le livre a toujours pris fait et cause pour toi.
Une bibliothèque est un acte de foi
Des générations ténébreuses encore
Qui rendent dans la nuit témoignage à l'aurore.
Quoi! dans ce vénérable amas des vérités,
Dans ces chefs-d'oeuvre pleins de foudre et de clartés,
Dans ce tombeau des temps devenu répertoire,
Dans les siècles, dans l'homme antique, dans l'histoire,
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poem by Victor Hugo
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The Bald Eagle Has Broken The Geneva Convention
Only a monster could observe
naked suffering of concentration
extermination camps and not thank
God for liberation closing of this crime.
A crime inditing systematic political indifference
to a horrific crime perpetrated against humanity.
Only a monster could observe
calculated humiliation human rights
abuses torture violation of international
law Geneva Conventions and not pray closure.
International law for humanitarian treatment of
victims of war as 90% in Guantanamo proved to be.
Fact! The Geneva Convention agreements of 1949
negotiated in the aftermath of World War II updated
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 20
It is related that the qazi of Hamdan, having conceived affection towards a farrier-boy and the horseshoe of his heart being on fire, he sought for some time to meet him, roaming about and seeking for opportunities, according to the saying of chroniclers:
That straight tall cypress my eyes beheld
It robbed me of my heart and threw me down.
Those wanton eyes have taken my heart with a lasso.
If thou desirest to preserve thy heart shut thy eyes.
I was informed that the boy, who had heard something of the qazi’s passion, happening to meet him in a thoroughfare, manifested immense wrath, assailed the qazi with disrespectful and insulting words, snatched up a stone and left no injury untried. The qazi said to an ullemma of repute who happened to be of the same opinion with him:
‘Look at that sweetheart and his getting angry,
And that bitter knot of his sweet eyebrow.’
The Arab says: ‘A slap from a lover is a raisin.
A blow from the hand on the mouth
Is sweeter than eating bread with one’s own hand.
In the same way the boy’s impudence might be indicating kindness as padshahs utter hard words whilst they secretly wish for peace:
Grapes yet unripe are sour.
Wait two or three days, they will become sweet.
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Bastard Born
Why do you clothe me with scarlet of shame?
Why do you point with your finger of scorn?
What is the crime that you hissingly name
When you sneer in my ears, "Thou bastard born?"
Am I not as the rest of you,
With a hope to reach, and a dream to live?
With a soul to suffer, a heart to know
The pangs that the thrusts of the heartless give?"
I am no monster! Look at me --
Straight in my eyes, that they do not shrink!
Is there aught in them you can see
To merit this hemlock you make me drink?
This poison that scorches my soul like fire,
That burns and burns until love is dry,
And I shrivel with hate, as hot as a pyre,
A corpse, while its smoke curls up to the sky?
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poem by Voltairine de Cleyre (1891)
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Guilty
Gus kahn / harry akst / richard whiting
Is it a sin, is it a crime
Loving you dear like I do
If its a crime, then, Im guilty
Guilty of loving you
Maybe Im wrong dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night thru
If its a crime, then, Im guilty
Guilty of dreaming of you
What can I do?
What can I say?
After Ive taken the blame
You say, youre through
Youll go your way
But Ill always feel just the same
Maybe, Im right, maybe Im wrong
Loving you dear like I do
If its a crime, then, Im guilty
Guilty of loving you
song performed by Billie Holiday
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The Perfect Crime
Yeah!
You have to climb, for every dime,
You have to fight, work over-time,
And still get out in time, to commit,
The perfect crime.
And you know the drill, or soon you will,
Your dressed to kill, look like a mill, yeah,
Addicted to the thrill, to design,
The perfect crime.
Got your balls on the grill, honey[!],
Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose - this is fun.
You have to climb, for every dime,
You have to fight...
The perfect crime, [sing with me honey],
And still get out in time, to commit,
The perfect crime!
song performed by Grace Jones
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