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Third Degree

(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus

song performed by Eric Clapton
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Sticks And Stones

People talkin', tryin' to break us up
Why don't they let us be
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But talk don't bother me
(No) People talkin', tryin' to break us up
When they know that I love you so
So I don't care what the people might say
I'm never gonna let you go
I've been abused (I've been abused)
In my heart (I've been accused)
I've been accused (I've been accused)
I've been rebuked and I've been stomped
(Well) People talkin', tryin' to break us up
They're scandalizing my name
They'll say anything just to make me feel bad
They'll say anything to make me shamed
I've been abused (I've been abused)
In my heart (I've been accused)
I've been accused (I've been accused)
I've been rebuked and I've been stomped

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song performed by Elvis Costello
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We Are Accused Of Terrorism

We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
That is scattered in pieces and in decay
In decadence and disarray
About a homeland that is searching for a place
And about a nation that no longer has a face

About a homeland that has nothing left of its great ancient verse
But that of wailing and eulogy

About a homeland that has nothing in its horizons
Of freedoms of different types and ideology

About a homeland that forbids us from buying a newspaper
Or listen to anything
About a homeland where all birds are always not allowed to sing
About a homeland that out of horror, its writers are using invisible ink

About a homeland that resembles poetry in our country
Improvised, imported, loose and of no boundaries

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poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Accused Of Love

You speak to me in natural harmony
Like we both grew up with nothin
And I cant believe my own memory
But it one day could be coming
And I dont even know the wrong Ive done
And I dont even care anymore
All I know is I believe that you and me
Forever will stand accused of love
Watched the sun go down behind london town
I was burnt, stood up in mayfair
I caught a train, black car through the rain
From the trust that hung betrayed there
And I dont even know the wrong Ive done
And I dont even care anymore
All I know is I believe that you and me
Forever will stand accused of love
Well, the attorney grins, the witness is drug in
With his face half hid in shadow
Sworn to God and state the truth arrives too late
And defense goes out the window

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song performed by Tom Petty
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I. The Ring and the Book

Do you see this Ring?
'T is Rome-work, made to match
(By Castellani's imitative craft)
Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,
After a dropping April; found alive
Spark-like 'mid unearthed slope-side figtree-roots
That roof old tombs at Chiusi: soft, you see,
Yet crisp as jewel-cutting. There's one trick,
(Craftsmen instruct me) one approved device
And but one, fits such slivers of pure gold
As this was,—such mere oozings from the mine,
Virgin as oval tawny pendent tear
At beehive-edge when ripened combs o'erflow,—
To bear the file's tooth and the hammer's tap:
Since hammer needs must widen out the round,
And file emboss it fine with lily-flowers,
Ere the stuff grow a ring-thing right to wear.
That trick is, the artificer melts up wax
With honey, so to speak; he mingles gold
With gold's alloy, and, duly tempering both,

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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It Was Seen Coming

It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

It was seen coming.
Oh yes it was.
An undoing stunning.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Is That Scent Addicting

I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.

Whipped nuts with minds burning up,
Are quickly crushing themselves...
From beliefs they keep unchanged.
Slipping grips on fed delusions.
And rapidly going insane!

I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.

And criticized for living my life.
With judgements made that I was crazed.
But my eyes beheld the decadence and blight...
Those who invited,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christ Became a Spectacle

The Lord was hung upon a tree, to become a spectacle for all to see.
Jesus became that spectacle, on the hill of Calvary to be seen by all.
Christ was left to die upon that hill, left to die like a common criminal.

Soldiers came to seize The Lord, and each one with a club or sword.
Accused of subverting the nation; when He come to bring Salvation.
Accused then sentenced to die, yet, from His mouth came not one lie.

Crucify him, crucify him, was their cry, it was Jesus, they said must die.
Placed on his head with angry scorns, was a mocking crown of thorns.
Accused of what He didn’t commit, yet to their authority He did submit.

Christ was beat and was flogged, and this by one angry religious mob.
Many jeered and spat upon Him, and mocked the One who had no sin.
The very Lord of love and grace, was rebuked and struck on the face.

At Jesus Christ all the rulers sneered, while the angry mobs just jeered.
Insults were heaped upon The Lord, insults that Christ had just ignored.
With a staff He was struck on the head, and this Christ did in our stead.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Scapegoat

Judges have decimated
Meanings of our laws
Already guilty?
Something has a flaw
Wrongly accused
Blindly confused
Open your eyes
Try to realize

Chorus:
Don't you know
You can't see
Too damn blind
To judge me!

Wrongly accused
Blindly confused
Open your eyes
Try to realize

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song performed by Fear Factory from Soul Of A New Machine
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Gioconda And Si-Ya-U

to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U,
whose head was cut off in Shanghai

A CLAIM

Renowned Leonardo's
world-famous
"La Gioconda"
has disappeared.
And in the space
vacated by the fugitive
a copy has been placed.

The poet inscribing
the present treatise
knows more than a little
about the fate
of the real Gioconda.
She fell in love
with a seductive

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poem by Nazim Hikmet
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