John+E.

=Rebellion Themed Poems...=

"Declaration of Independence from Oppression"
The way blood is flowing today I cry here at the river bay The soul of humanity decomposes As all of our morals decay Democracy is offered at gun point There is a feast on the oil buffet

We're labeled insane Our religion, obsolete Our faith, mundane You can find us in Guantanamo Tied up in chains On the minds of politicians Targets of campaigns

You can find us struggling In every war zone Defending the land That we call home In this sea of troubles We stand alone Butchered by Israel By Ariel Sharon

You can find us at funerals Our loved ones, dead Begging for money To get some bread Our corrupt tyrants… Cut off our heads Like Iraqi refugees Forced to have fled

You can find us praying And with so many tears Women in Hijab Men in beards The journey intense Intentions sincere We answer to Allah To Islam we adhere Growing very rapidly Around the sphere

This is my declaration Declaration of Independence from Oppression

Whispers reach the deep side of the mind Makes a faithful one turn blind The way his thoughts seep in Deceived so many times Like the black plague, infesting mankind His work getting bigger Even more refined

I've felt his grip Suffocating my soul Contaminating my thoughts A voice chillingly cold

In this heavy fog Can't see what's going on I've felt like giving up All hopes withdrawn

Caught in petty distractions Plan of the blood feen Battle with Islam Battle 'gainst the deen

I've seen the devil With my own eyes The big bad wolf In a sheep's disguise

He is George Bush And Cheney too Attached to their souls Like paper and glue

Think of the lies They spill at you Their journalism, fake The honest, few

And most of the public… Doesn't have a clue

This is my declaration Declaration of Independence from Oppression

How can you invade a country? Based on bombs that you can't see On the lie that you'll set them free Already in two Now want to make it three? Adding on to the killing spree You don't mind killing a man But you'll fight to save a tree

They want to see us fornicate And shed away our modesty Liberation is alcohol And an S.T.D. like H.I.V.

They preach democracy But practice hypocrisy Try to make a mockery Of the world's best Ideology All the while in Saudi Arabia Shaking hands with the monarchy

They said that they came to liberate As usual, the white man invading estate I for one never bit the bait

Because their promises don't have weight Because their interests are not so great Because their feelings are purely hate Because I could see their blood filled slate

It's something that I don't debate I keep my perspective very straight I want you to leave Give me the date

This is my declaration Declaration of Independence from Oppression

-by Yahya Naqvi

"The American Rebellion"
//(1776)// ||
 * BEFORE

'TWAS NOT while England's sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight, Nor while their new-built cities breathed Secure behind her might; Not while she poured from Pole to Line Treasure and ships and men-- These worshippers at Freedoms shrine They did not quit her then!

Not till their foes were driven forth By England o'er the main-- Not till the Frenchman from the North Had gone with shattered Spain; Not till the clean-swept oceans showed No hostile flag unrolled, Did they remember what they owed To Freedom--and were bold!

AFTER

THE SNOW lies thick on Valley Forge , The ice on the Delaware, But the poor dead soldiers of King George They neither know nor care.

Not though the earliest primrose break On the sunny side of the lane, And scuffling rookeries awake Their England' s spring again.

They will not stir when the drifts are gone, Or the ice melts out of the bay: And the men that served with Washington Lie all as still as they.

They will not stir though the mayflower blows In the moist dark woods of pine, And every rock-strewn pasture shows Mullein and columbine.

Each for his land, in a fair fight, Encountered, strove, and died, And the kindly earth that knows no spite Covers them side by side.

She is too busy to think of war; She has all the world to make gay; And, behold, the yearly flowers are Where they were in our fathers' day!

Golden-rod by the pasture-wall When the columbine is dead, And sumach leaves that turn, in fall, Bright as the blood they shed. || 

- by Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling's Higher Purpose

="Oppression"=

Why should I listen to you tell me what to do? You don't know who I am or the things that I've been through. I'm on the outside looking in, somewhere you've never been. So who cares who I am, or what it is I think or say, what it is I write, or why I act this way; You have no standards anyway, never understand a thing I say. Your mediocrity at it's best. So who even cares about the rest? I'm disgusted by your weakness tempered with your fragile meekness. You're just another tragedy, a messed up lie was your gift to me. I never have perfected the tolerance you've expected. It's so simple but you just can't see, that you'll never understand someone like me; So different from everything that you believe, I'm sick of the life you've given me. All I want is to be free.

-by Angelica Biel

Angelica Biel's Higher Purpose = The Big Wrap Up...=