Quotes about flag, page 50
Our culture/200 years of independence
Three colors in my Flag
Red green and white
2 cultures make my race
My ancestors came from spain
I'm also of aztec desedence
200 years ago my country claimed its indepence
Spanish is the language i speak
Day of the dead november first
5 de mayo and September 16th
Soccer, Tequila, as we sing
Mexican thats what I am
Mexican thats who I am
poem by Juan Rivera
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And The World We Crave
We live in a word
full of flags of different colours
that dance in the wind.
Flags of many nations,
if were united as one
would bring peace
to every beleaguered land.
When we realise
we can be proud of our flag
and respect someone else’s one.
Only then, the seeds of peace
will start to be sown,
and the world will crave
wars no more.
24 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Gun In The Hand
the gun in the hand
of the shadowy figure
wearing the mask of oppression,
is prejudice!
the poison gases he sprays,
are ignorance and fear.
the bomb he drops
is absolute poverty.
the flag that he waves,
is corporate and consuming.
the prophecy he speaks
is a damned lie...
we take the gun from his hand,
when we dare to stand up,
and demand the truth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Burkina Faso
What are you thinking,
As you proudly unwrap
Your green and red flag,
In minus twenty degrees?
Do you have black thoughts
About the northern whiteness
Around you? Or
Are you here at all?
Do your coat and scarf and boots
Seem strangely out of place
In the sun of Ouagadougou
Amid the cries of children
And weaver birds?
What are you thinking?
And why do I ask?
poem by Roger Clark
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God Of Blessings
Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.
Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.
Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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Spinning
Waiting for a prickly path
at crossroads,
where desolation sits in
between words and flesh.
Hanging shells on windows
where light immigrated
to prophecies of Buddha.The
violence will never end.
Can you find some space
between the bullets? Between
the contrasts lie the black
thoughts and sick arguments.
Through the comets who will shoot
bleeding flag?
poem by Satish Verma
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Sexy Is Sexy, ' Watching You
Walking down the great hall.
Twin curved round balls.
Well rounded calf muscle and strong thigh and tall.
The hiking of skirts not seen by all.
Pink lips they drink from pink clouds,
dark heavy skies and blue clouds.
Full is the rumble and throaty the roar,
coming in through the back door.
Coming back for more pie, as it pulls up fast one striped flag.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Question The War...
when they bring you the body
of your son draped in a flag for burial...
and you read his last letter, again and again.
when he talked about fear, and doubt...
not knowing why anymore,
not knowing if he was doing the right thing,
not knowing if anything was right...
and the faces of women and children
that left him sleepless...
will it be only then,
that you question the war?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Progress Of Man?
you cut the howl from your dogs,
blunt the claws of your cats...
then leave them for Buicks to devour
on hungry homeless roads.
cut the balls off your boys,
give them guns, make them soldiers.
then send them to die
under the flag of the lie.
sell your daughters like meat,
burn your grandchildrens dreams...
in the pipes of your excess
in smoke filled rooms.
the progress of man?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Just Cant!
you cannot believe in God,
and continue to live in a way
that abuses the living,
that takes from those in need,
that turns its back on those hurting,
that uses people for profit!
that walks away from the hungry,
closes the door on the homeless,
that looks at diverse people
with prejudice...
that kills under any flag!
you just cant...
life itself is sacred!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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