Keep your hand on your gunKeep your hand on your gun2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This one is dedicated to the suit-wearing arms dealers
To the champagne-sipping depleted uranium droppers
Keep your hand on your gun
Don't you trust anyone
Keep your hand on your gun
Don't you trust anyone
First in my scope is BAE Systems
Specialize in killing people from a distance
Power is a drug and they feed the addiction
Immediate deletion of people's existence
Who says what is and what isn't legitimate resistance
To push the buttons you don't need a brave heart
State of the art darts leave more than your face scarred
You might impress an A&R with your fake bars
Cause you probably think Rolls Royce only make cars
This is for the colonizers turned bomb-providers
Take this beef all the way back to Oppenheimer
They call it warfare but your wars aren't fair
If they were there'd be suicide bombers in Arms Fairs
Scam for the funds, they will mangle your son
If you try to speak out they will stamp on your tongue
To your land they will come till you stand up as
for Gaza...don't know howfor Gaza...don't know how3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll do your worry...tonight
I'll feel your sorrow...tonight
just relax and get some sleep
get some rest and leave me to this creep
I'll keep you safe..tonight
I'll make sure everything is all right...
and if your life became a dark street
you will find me beside u in a heart bit
so just let your hand hug mine
let me make your world be just fine
there will always be things to face
and others that you'll just have to chase
the only difference is now I'm here
you won't be alone in such fear...
Sad is what u will never be
Take my hand I'll set you free...
just let me be your ray of light
just let me do your worry tonight....
Halloween and the Toilet“Come on, daddy!” Three young children cried excitedly in anticipation. “Come on! Come on! We’re going to be late!” None of them could hide their excitement; it was Halloween, who could?Halloween and the Toilet1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Don’t worry, the party doesn’t start for another two hours—” Tenzin began as he stroked his beard, only to be interrupted by his energetic son.
“But what if we miss it?” Meelo balled his hands together in mock agony.
“Yeah! What if we suddenly get caught in a gigantic storm?” Ikki began her long run of questions. “Or all the candy turns into a huge, unstoppable monster? Or we run out of lychee juice? Or—”
Tenzin kneeled in front of his children with both amusement and underlying concern in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow in question, “We still have all this time,” was all he said.
“Ikki, Meelo, why don’t we go and dress up?” Jinora said in response, seeing that no amount o
Alfred's Journal: Entry #1Alfred's Journal: Entry #11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh wait, diaries are for pussies!
Yesterday was the premier of that new show Revolution. To be honest, it scared me to death! The thought of my home falling apart because of something as simple as electricity. Electricity. It scares me to death. I mean, what if a blackout like that really occurred? It makes me shudder just thinking about it. Yeesh!
Yesterday was also the 225th anniversary of the creation of my constitution. I still remember that day with the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia. Goooooood times! I wasn't allowed to sign it though, which kinda sucked. But at least I got to participate in it, which was enough for me.
I went to D.C. to see my constitution yesterday, too. It brought a tear to my eye, honestly. This constitution is as important, if not more important to me and my home than the Declaration of Independence. Without it, there wouldn't be any freedom here. A woman who was standing next to me asked why I was
An Old Proclomation"What are you doing, Alfred?" a quiet voice asked from across the table in a small New York café.An Old Proclomation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred took a sip of his coffee before looking away from the café's computer. "Just looking for someplace to live, Mattie. Can I have those fries?" he asked, getting
"Here, and I'm glad you're finally taking my advice," Matthew continued. "But how you going to pay for this? Your job doesn't pay enough as it is."
Alfred thought for a second. "Maybe if I started working full-time; would that be enough?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe for a little while, but not for more than a month or two."
Both sat there in silence for a few moments, the only noise coming from the people around them.
"Ah," Matthew finally said. "Doesn't Francis live in an apartment around here? Maybe he can help you."
Again looking away from the computer, Alfred had a confused look on his face. "Wait, I thought Francis was in France. Plus, I was thinking about asking Arthur since he's visiting."
The World Turn'd Upside DownThe sound of a drum played through the air. An officer appeared with a white handkerchief in his hand.The World Turn'd Upside Down2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After weeks of fighting, weeks of disease, they have finally surrendered. All fighting stopped, each man tired and beaten, waited for their leaders' answer. Each was represented in negotiations. England, France, and the soon to be America, stood by their representatives awaiting the results.
England was represented by two ranking officers; America by one; and France, to avoid anything from falling apart, represented by one. After an ending was met, they drew up the documents formally ending the Battle of Yorktown. The next day, Washington, Rochambeau, Cornwallis and Symonds signed them. The long, final battle had officially ended.
"England, I'm declaring my freedom once more," stated America, firm in his words.
"You're really going through with this, huh?" said the Englishman, sadness in his voice. "Are you sure you want to, though? It's not too late; we can keep being a family."
Fall of an Empire...Story version~Fall of an Empire...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm being attacked by an unknown enemy. I've been told to run ahead whilst some of my army draws off the attackers, but I don't want to leave anyone behind. We'll all go home, I promised All I know for sure is that they're a lot stronger than me I thought the war was ending? I turn around to look back for an instant to see a line of soldiers.
Stumbling as the first arrow pierces me I'm desperate not to cry out, not to voice pain or let you know. Because if I give in now, I'm sure you'll hear me scream.
I fall to my knees as a second arrow cuts through my without much difficulty. It's hard to stand back up but I manage to recover.
I don't even know who it is attacking me, I'm just falling apart. I can hear the rest of my army fighting behind me but it's useless.
I'm just not as strong as I once was; the heavy burden of war and constant fighting has taken its toll. I'm finally paying the price.
What will happen to my house? What will happen to the ones I
DuoListening as the violin elicited the music that he enjoyed hearing from day and night, the young man continued to practice. In the midst of this daily routine, the player glanced sideways and saw his little brother.Duo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why aren't you practicing, Emil?" he asked, his tone neutral.
"Emil?" he asked again.
Instead of answering with words, the child pointed to a grand piano on the other side of the room.
"What about that?" Emil asked softly. "I'd prefer if I could play the piano instead."
Lukas stared back at his brother, both faces ever neutral, and began to think. Eventually reaching a conclusion in his thoughts, the older brother sat down in a nearby seat.
"A piano," he said. "I'll only let you if you will call me 'big brother'," the older one said as he gathered his sheet music from a folder. "I'm not going to change my mind."
"Then I just won't play the pi" the child began to reply before being interrupted.
Lukas's phone had begun to ring throughout the room, and after
SunsetOverlooking his now war-torn city, the silver haired country sat in silence. His body, though dressed in bandages, was eaten by scratches. He held his legs close to his chest and laid his head on top, thinking.Sunset2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No way the awesome me will ever be beaten!
A small yellow bird flew circles around him before settling atop his head. He held out a raggedly gloved hand long enough for the bird to perch itself on his index finger.
"So you came to see the great Prussia!" He laughed along with the small bird. "How'd you find me anyway? Must've been my greatness! Yeah, that has to be it!"
Prussia sat there conversing and sharing laughs with his small friend.
It wasn't until hours later that another guest joined.
"Bruder," a tall, blond German nation murmured. His footsteps made no sound while he himself made little attempt to make his presence noticed.
The bandaged country turned his head slightly to look at the person behind him. Upon seeing his younger brother, a large smile formed
Public Education: An American TraditionI'm going to give you some fair warning... This article is very meaty. Very dry. Just so you know.Public Education: An American Tradition9 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Every once in a while an angry article comes out talking about how terrible the public education system is, how it's a sham, how we ought to get rid of the whole thing entirely. You know, fun stuff like that.
Well, as someone who graduated from a public school, I figured that it might be a good thing for me to point out a few of the good things that public school does. But not before I point out some of the problems.
The first thing that comes to mind when I think problems with the public school system is class size. Class size makes a difference in children's education. It just makes sense. If there are fewer students per teacher, the teacher is more able to address the needs of individual students. Studies show that s
Alfred's Journal: Entry #4Dear Journal,Alfred's Journal: Entry #41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I haven't been too happy today. I think everyone else in my home may have forgotten, but today in 1904 Chief Joseph died. He really wasn't a bad guy, he was just trying to protect his tribe. Protect his tribe...from me. He died in one of my Native American reservations of a "broken heart". I regretted doing that to his people for so long now...
But today my cat Hero ran away. Luckily though I found him. I...er...rather not say what he was doing. But there might be kittens running around soon.
Oh, and happy 100th birthday Chuck Jones! Thanks for all those amazing Warner Brothers cartoons!
He Promised"H-Holy R-Rome!" Italy sobbed, soon after arriving back at Austria's House. "H-Holy R-Rome!"He Promised2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Italy," said Hungary, quietly. "It'll be okay, you'll see him again. Just wait."
Italy, still sobbing, looked up at Hungary. She slowly wiped the tears from Italy's now red face, smiling gently.
"R-really? He'll c-come b-back?" The younger nation asked.
"He will, it just takes time," insisted the Hungarian as she cradled the younger nation. "He'll be back."
Hungary continued to comfort the young Italy as he slowly fell asleep in his own thoughts.
"Holy Rome! Holy Rome! Look, Hungary let me dress up in her clothes! Ve~ Aren't they pretty?"
"I-Italy!? Th-they're very pretty, y-yes."
"Ve~ Let's play! Holy Rome, let's play!"
"Ve~ Austria, when is Holy Rome coming back?" the now older Italian asked. "I want to play with him soon! Ve~"
Austria did not look up from his work, wondering what to say to Italy. How to break the news.
"We can all play together! And eat pasta! Right? Right? I can
Bunny-Boy's Vawentine Expewience!"Okay, class, tomorrow's Valentine's Day! So bring in chocolates and candies for everyone! If you don't, I'll fail you for the year!" stated the teacher of Luke Brenton's, collectively known as Bunny-Boy's, second-grade class.Bunny-Boy's Vawentine Expewience!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luke raised his hand.
"Excwuse me, Teacher. But what's Vawentines Day?"
Everyone in the class looked at the seven-year old Luke in disbelief.
"Luke, Valentine's Day is when everyone give sweets to the people they like. It's also the day that I can get away from work and get free candy."
"Jwack! Jwack! Tomorrow's Vawentines Day!" yelled Luke excitedly.
"Oh, that's right! Do you have anyone special in mind?"
"Ah...w-well...there is...someone..." said Luke, rather shyly.
"Then why don't we go and get them something, huh?"
"It's time to go around and give everyone their gifts! And, more importantly, it's time that I take a nap!" announced the teacher as she pulled out a pillow and a blanket, instantly falling asleep.
As the students walke
I Promise"You mustn't push yourself too much!"I Promise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I- I just don't want them to forget me, Hungary "
"Even so, it's not good for your health. You can't afford it, especially now."
I began to walk towards my room. "I understand. I'll try to get some re-"
The last thing I saw was Hungary rushing towards me.
"Are you awake?"
My vision was blurred, but the voice was very familiar.
"Holy Rome, are you awake?"
That voice Italy?
At that my body shot up, my eyes wide open, smile on my face. I can finally see her again!
The smile vanished. The only one there was Austria, his gaze showing that he knew what I dreamt of.
"Why do you insist on tiring yourself?" His look softened. "This can't keep happening to you."
I lowered my head, still unable to get her face out of my mind. It was just a dream, so why did it feel like it was the last time I'd see her again?
"I'm sorry but " My words came out slowly, my eyes still lowered.
"It's fine now, but be c
Valentine's Kiss"Taiwan," a young Chinese nation called over the phone, "are you busy?" It was around 9:00 A.M. at Hong Kong's house. The island nation had woken up earlier than normal in order to go through with his idea.Valentine's Kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Huh? Sorry, I've been running low on sleep lately," the Taiwanese yawned. "Is there something you want to do?" she asked, her voice as if she were in a dream.
"Nothing really. Just wanted to see how you're doing."
"I'm fine," the girl laughed. "Are you doing okay?"
Hong Kong only made a small sound of response. "I'm fine," after a short pause he added, "I guess I'll, like, go now. You should get some rest," the boy said, now absent-mindedly picking at his sleeves.
"Oh," Mei said disappointed. "Bye then!"
As they hung up, both had the same thought, "I guess my plans are ruined."
A few hours after the phone call, Hong Kong went about his normal day. When he finished checking in with the officials to make sure everything was okay, he decided to take a detour over to China's house.
Rant: Religious NeglectI saw this issue mentioned on the news and really, it's just been boiling me up...Rant: Religious Neglect1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
So apparently some forms of Christianity forbids vaccination for some reason.
Which means that several Christian nurses refused to vaccinate themselves or even do anything about the flu symptoms they were exhibiting. So they got fired.
Then suddenly we get a bunch of people crying and throwing tantrums that somehow they are discriminating Christianity by firing the nurses for their neglect of health.
Let me ask you this.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
It's not because you're a Christian. It's because you value your religion over the well-being of others and refuse to even make an effort to contain your own sickness so you don't end up infecting the entire hospital with the flu, which potentially puts their lives at risk due to weakened immunity and the fact that the flu is very much capable of killing people.
So according to your religion, preventing disease with vaccines is evil? Well, that's okay, but keep it to
The Child MartyrsThe Child Martyrs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nationalistic cries, racist lies
a revolution is nigh as the martyr dies
Kings of old, dictators anew
we are many, you are few
The Arab spring is coming
murderers, despots why aren't you running?
Your crimes are done
you time has come
The Arabs have awoken
the people have spoken
As is said, a just word to a tyrant
the greatest Jihad, most aspirant
You shoot but cannot kill
for the martyrs forever live
Hamza al Katib beaten, accused
a young body broken, abused
Liars paraded on television
its all bullshit repetition
The young die, the old survive
the innocent suffer, the guilty thrive
Decsendents of farmers, children of the revolution
murder in the streets, the final solution
Statues of thieves crowd the cities
police and protesters, mass calamities
The selfish, the cowardly fill the palace
zombie police, mindless soldiers fill with malice
Door to door, house to house the bloodshed travels
day to day, the brutal conspiracy unravels
The resistance grows, the regimes are falling
Book recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin LingsBook recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin Lings6 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources
By Martin Lings
Amidst numerous exemplary scholarly works depicting the life of our noble Prophet (peace be upon him), Martin Lings' Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources stands out as an exemplary source, providing a whole new account of the life of the Prophet, perhaps new details that haven't been elaborated in other accounts.
Lings provides a wealth of detail on the life of Muhammad, the time and place of many Quranic revelations, and the foundation of Islam, all based exclusively on 8th- and 9th-century Arabic biographical sources and collections of the sayings attributed to Muhammad. General readers will find a well-written, straightforward chronological narrative; Muslim readers will appreciate the favorable treatment of Muhammad; while specialists will find a faithful and convenient rendering of source material.
However, his definitive vivid account of the life of Prophet Muhammad -peace be upon him-,
Are Christians Better?If you believe in a religion, you are almost required to assume that your view of morality will be superior to someone else's. The euphoric feeling that God is behind you, pulling your strings to prevent you from acting badly is very addictive, but unfortunately also very destructive. At some point, any adult Christian must question how much God improves us as people and how much we are left to improve ourselves. What is the role of our own will vs. the transforming power of God? Why do Christians still act badly? If God doesn't make us better people, what is the good of Christianity at all, apart from getting us into heaven? Everyone chooses their own answer, but here is mine.Are Christians Better?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I used to believe that following God (honestly and truly) would result in a transformation of the mind and soul that makes people desire to be more compassionate and Christlike towards others. The Spirit would be a gentle guide, never forcing us of course, but still just
Hetaoni After Story - Part 1"No! Italy!" Germany had him in his arms, holding him tight. He was rocking back and forth, crying in Italy's bloody clothing. His body was lifeless, motionless; he was no longer alive. But Germany didn't want to believe it. He didn't, and he pounded his fists on the ground. All he wanted was for Italy to wake up again; for he missed him dearly. What was Germany without his true, trust worthy friend, Italy? Exactly; he wasn't. That was it.Hetaoni After Story - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prussia sat there, crying with his beloved brother. No one had ever seen Germany like this; ever. But no one cared; they all kept their eyes and attentive attention on the lifeless body that had belonged to Italy. Millions and billions of thoughts raced through everyone's' heads. It couldn't be. No one wanted this to happen, nor did a single soul ask for this to have happened. It was that damn alien.
"He..he's gone!" Germany was angry, depressed, disappointed; hundreds of emotions filled his mind and thoughts. He held onto Italy's body, which was now
A Pirates Predicament Chapter 26All through dinner you kept glancing over at Arthur, wondering what his deal was. You went through all of the possibilities. Most of them didn't make any sense at all and the rest just didn't quite fit. This was stumping you.A Pirates Predicament Chapter 262 years ago in Sketches More Like This
'This guy has more mood swings then a woman does.' you thought. 'How can he go to being comforting and consoling one day and then be a complete loner the next???'
Oh how this was frustrating you. Now you knew how men felt. You eyed him enough to keep an eye on him but not enough to look suspicious to anyone at your table.
"I wonder what's wrong with the Cap'n today." Ian asked quietly to Hector. Hector nodded.
"Your right. 'e does seem a bit off today." Hector replied, quickly eyeing you. You were looking the other way and didn't notice. In fact you were completely ignoring what Ian and Hector were talking about. Peter just yammered on and on about stuff that you would occasionally nod to, just so you didn't seem rude. But then you thought of something.
'If I try
A Pirates Predicament Chapter 32You waited until Mathieu fell asleep. Which he did, nestled all cozy on your arm. It was sweet looking. Now was your chance to call a certain friend for help. You looked over at Mathieu. Sound asleep. The only thing that would make it even cuter is if he had a spit bubble coming out of his mouth. You slowly reached into your sweatshirt pocket, latching your fingers around your cellular device. Mathieu stirred a bit, causing you to freeze. You couldn't let him see your phone. Having one person aware of it was bad enough. But he didn't wake up, he merely shifted a bit to get comfortable, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling up closer to you. You had to stifle a giggle that you oh so desperately wanted to let out. He mumbled something along the lines of 'Kumajiro'. You weren't sure what that meant. You didn't speak French. When you were positive he wouldn't wake up you pulled your phone out completely. Turning it on quickly you waited for it to load completely. Once it did yoA Pirates Predicament Chapter 321 year ago in Sketches More Like This
A Pirates Predicament Chapter 33A piercing scream filled the air, making the hair on the back of Arthur's neck to stand on end.A Pirates Predicament Chapter 331 year ago in Sketches More Like This
"ARTHUR! HELP ME!" he heard you scream. Sheer fright was obvious in your panicked voice. The sound of your voice made his head shoot around in every direction, trying so desperately to locate you.
"(Name)!" he called back, hoping you would answer his call. He heard some commotion above him. It sounded like two sets of foot steps. The first set were quick and frantic. The second set were loud and slower. It seemed like the first set of feet were trying to get away from the second set. He heard another scream and a thud. His eyes widened. The noises, the screams for help. He knew he had to hurry. He quickly turned on heel and raced up the stairs. Feet pounding against the wood. Never before had a stair case seemed to take so long to scale.
"(Name)! I'm coming!" he called back and he raced as quickly as he could. The continuous sound of struggle above him made his blood boil and his heart race.