Quotes about raiding
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Size,
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Like unleavened wafers in the land of your muse,
But the raiding bands were seen at last.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lime and Lemon
At first you are sweet and the race of juice is quick,
Secondly the raiding of smells and tastes are to lick,
They are angry at you as well,
Their wrath is bigger than to yell,
What do we bring now that the freshness can kick.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Boer Wars
The two wars are those Boer Wars,
Bent on mastery of a continent too southern.
There was Majuba Hill, a defeat of number one,
A British nation, a link can be found of profundity.
‘Native Affairs’ are won by the Boers
In their peace, in their very peace.
Victory was peace, aliens were among them,
They brushed with death, brushed with life
And sworn secrecy, only it is known.
They brought hatred to the world with wars,
Raiding each other and weaving a silent web.
Isolated they had no chance, the British were defeated!
poem by Naveed Akram
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It's Too Late To Raid The Caters
It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.
It's too late to raid the caters.
They came to serve,
Not set policy.
Those who fed their needs have left.
The caters are packing and are out of breath.
If crumbs you wish there are still dishes to lick.
But a raiding of the caters...
Will not solve your demands,
To have them wait on you by command.
They may understand what you command,
But they have come only to serve...
Not create what you believe is deserved.
It's too late to raid the caters.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chicken Bank.......Foiled
Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery
Raiding banks petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint
Called............ Mothercare
And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens
And cardies, she adored
One day they got raided by many old bill
Dave got all panicked
Bout the money he did steal
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poem by Karen Sinclair
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Who Points the Terror Finger?
Who points the terror finger, who works the terror wrist
when CCTV footage can every action list?
The matrix rod is ready to fish for what remains
of freedoms once protected through over thirty reigns.
When bio tech and nano converge ubiquitous
who's sinned against, who's sinner in mask iniquitous.
In 'Land of Hope and Glory' in 'Land of Stars and Stripes'
In land of Labour, Tory, in that of media hypes,
the cause/effect conundrum no simple answers shows,
some trigger bombs, some beat scare's drum, - who most feared future sows?
While North cries foul! as innocent, South exploitation fights,
Whose is the holy message sent? What price for Human Rights?
Analysis is harder than might at first appear,
Who's raiding whose bare larder, who prays, who preys on fear?
Meanwhile pollution spreading erodes both righteous, wronged,
a thin red line Man's treading between fork Caudine pronged.
Who points the terror finger, who works the terror wrist
when CCTV footage can every action list?
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Little Black Cormorant
By inlet and islet and wide river reaches,
By lake and lagoon I'm at home,
Yet oft' the far forests of blue-gum and beeches
About the broad ranges I roam,
'There's a strange, sombre bird with a hook in his beak.'
'Tis the little black cormorant raiding your creek.
And woe to the fisher and woe to the fishes
A gourmand I freely confess
When I come a-searching for succulent dishes,
Arrayed in my funeral dress,
Then the fishermen rave, and in anger they speak:
'There's a little black cormorant coming up creek!'
But I'm quick and I'm cunning, as many a greyling,
A blackfish, a trout or a bream
Has known to his sorrow when down I go sailing
To hunt him beneath the dark stream.
To my cavernous maw then they all come alike,
And 'tis death should the little black cormorant strike.
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Rats Of Bikaner
Rats of black and grey
Were scurrying across
the floors of Karni Matha Temple.
Rats are not a scourge there
and people scatter minute eatables.
Munching the grains strewn around,
the fearless rats scamper about
the inner sanctorum of the Goddess.
Where had scuttled off that white rat?
People searched to ferret it out,
but it eludes watch or catch.
The sight of it would bring luck and wealth!
But I saw one in white marble
lying before the idol of Matha.
A strange sanctuary for rats
in that semi-desert land!
Even the dead ones are not given
a quick decent burial with rites.
The Rajputs don’t celebrate the wedding of rats
as we do for asses for abundant rains.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Still Drops Fall
Still drops fall
while a child cries, while the day dies
and dark is the sky
covered in clouds, darker than night
while for money men do terrible things
and factories produce at any cost,
even the lost of clean air,
the destruction of the ozone layer,
even if it causes seasons to change,
deserts to form and rain to pour down
in great floods
and the echoes of war machinery rings
with super powers raiding
for scarce resources,
with politicians telling lies,
covering their actions
with self inflicted military assaults
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poem by Gert Strydom
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Yeheyy It Is A Holiday Today
Philippines,11: 13 a.m.
it is a holiday today, officially the President celebrates the
National Heroes' Day
with her soldiers offering flowers for Dr. Jose Rizal,
Apolinario Mabini, Juan Luna, etcetera, etcetera
(sounds of trumpets and gun salutes
release the doves that symbolize purity and freedom and peace
to the confused and polluted atmosphere)
i sit and write this poem and the other Bisayan poems for my
bisdak friends remembering the past and how we must be angry
about the present,
let us not talk about the future, we may become revolutionaries
again,
i stop. i stare at the wall. i open the window, Look at the dry fields of rice,
and some sparrows
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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