Keep your hand on your gunKeep your hand on your gun3 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
Gaza's ChildrenGaza's Children3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your rain of tears
Immune in life
With your parents
Who waiting you in heaven
Lord choose them as heaven's dwellers
You will find them...
Tear falls without any barricade
Watching pictures and news
Women screamed without any effort
Innocence children scream
Effortless oldies lament
Heroes' blood were everywhere
That Zionist never sactified to brutal them
Like a gluttony beast
Skin the human called Muslims,
Oh Lord,please protect them...
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
for Gaza...don't know howfor Gaza...don't know how4 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....
To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
You can fool the world but you can't fool God!
My faith and trust in Him will never be buried for it will never die
I hold on to patience because i know soon revenge will be knocking on your door,
Not from me, but from the one who created you and me!
Poems for GazaPoems for Gaza2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
مقتطفات من أشعار مايكل آر برتش محرر مجلة الهايبر تيكستس للشعر ترجمتها ل لعربية الشاعرة الفلسط ينية إقبال التميمي
لغز ال خريف
ليس الأمر أن كل ورقة يجب أن تقع قي نهاية
worshipingworshiping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not praying
I'm totally worshiping
If you don't believe me
just for Allah Kneel
then come and tell me how did it feel?!
just standing there saying
الحمد لله رب العالمين
it's like I'm being washed to come out pure and clean
How anyone can live without feeling the way I do
starting to be your slave is what set me free
how can anyone see the sky up high
or the way the cute little birds fly
and still doesn't believe in YOU
open your eyes people just try to SEE
look at the way the small ant finds its food
or the way ALLAH brought us together in Islam brotherhood
where black and white together stood
My prayer is that everyone can see the ISLAM I know
that everyone can feel the way I do
only by sitting there on the floor
raising my hands up high
knowing that my only escape is YOUR Open door
and you never even once let me down in anyway
How come?and You are the one and Only who creat
They call me a Terrorist[Intro]They call me a Terrorist3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So, We must ask ourselves, What is the dictionary definition of "Terrorism"?
The systematic use of terror especially as a means of coercion
But what is terror?
According to the dictionary I hold in my hand, Terror, is violent or destructive acts
Such as bombing committed by groups in order to intimidate a population,
Or government into granting their demands
So whats a terrorist?
They're calling me a terrorist
Like they don't know who the terror is
When they put it on me, I tell them this
I'm all about peace and love
They calling me a terrorist
Like they don't know who the terror is
Insulting my intelligence
Oh how these people judge..
It seems like the Rag-heads and Paki's are worrying your Dad
But your dad's favorite food is curry and kebab
It's funny, but it's sad how they make your mummy hurry with her bags
Rather read The Sun than study all the facts
Tell me, what's the bigger threat to human society
BAE Systems or home made IED's
Remote controlled drones,
Book recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMADBook recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD
How you were deceived into Islamophobia
By Moustafa Zayed
excerpt from ‘why this book?’ and the preface:
I could have gathered all the known fabrications and lies about Islam or Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and answered them one after the other in an indexed way. Why choose the Robert Spencer book "the Truth About Muhammad" to answer and refute its claims and accusations, page by page and paragraph by paragraph?
I wanted to show how far the intentional fabrications against everything Muslim have gone, and in details of its process and how it is done.
I wanted to demonstrate how parts or full Holy Quran verses are omitted when their translations don't fit the author's Allegations, how only well-known fabrications and unreliable sources are used to support the most extreme of opinions, and worse, how sometimes zero evidence whatsoever is the basis of the weirdest of claims.
This is not some difference in opinions, tastes, o
For Palestine PalestineFor Palestine3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I was born in Egypt
I was born in Syria
I was born in Yemen
I was born in Libya
I was born in Morocco
I was born in Tunisia
I was born in Bahrain
I was born in Qatar
I was born in Kuwait
I was born in Saudi Arabia
I was born in UAE
I was born in Iraq
I was born in Somalia
I was born in Jordan
I was born in Oman
I was born in Lebanon
I was born in Djibouti
I was born in Comoros
I was born in Sudan
I was born in Mauritania
I am an Arab proud to the very end
I'm from a family of many descents
From different Arab nations and I'm still feeling their scents
We'll always have great history to the very end
Our countries gained their freedom one by one
From occupation except one
One holy land, one beautiful land, one land that is called PALESTINE!
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
Paradise is under your feetParadise is under your feet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were nice when i was cruel
you hugged me when all the people thought i was a fool
and the way you used to carry me like I was a priceless jewel
believe me I don't deserve you in my life
but you don't care..."Leave me alone," I said
but your tears told me that this is the only thing you can't bear
when I look in the mirror i see a troubled child
but when i turn to look in your eye
I see a beautiful kid that has nothing to hide
you are the only one who is never hard to please
yet I take care of every one but you
and you never not once made your love to me decrease
the way you kiss my wounds when I bleed
the way you always stay by my side when everyone leaves
the way you always manage to put me back on my feet
but most of all the way you hug me close to your heart
How you cuddle me to let me know that it's OK to grieve
you are always my safe shore....my happy tear
a smile from you can whip away my greatest fear,
How you remember the first day I walked,
or what was my first word to tal
In Defense of VotingIn Defense of Voting2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Voting is easy and marginally useful, but it is a poor substitute for democracy, which requires direct action by concerned citizens.
Many Americans have a great distrust of elected officials. This is why many politicians claim that they are not "Washington Insiders" or something similar, in an attempt at populist appeal. This still does not result in large turnouts at the polls, but the sentiment is one that would appeal to many Americans both on the Right and Left, many of whom have significant qualms with both the Republicans and Democrats. This sentiment has grown especially strong with the advent of Occupy. While the Tea Party put much of their emphasis on electing sympathetic officials, Occupy has not done that because of various reasons including fear of co-option, a desire to include people of many political ideologies, and most importantly, because many Occupiers believe that the entire system is corrupt and that voting will make little di
Baby MartyrBaby Martyr3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm six and seven
And up to eleven,
Then I'm an adult
In an Israeli court
My hands tied in the back of my back
He comes to me with a punch and a sack.
He covers my head with a hood of Zionist stench
Though my belly is tough, it will not flinch.
The noise is loud and pierces my brain.
My pathetic shirt hangs proud with a fresh blood stain.
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure.
She burried my brother before me. She will endure.
And my dad too, depression got him in the end
With no home, no land, no olive trees to tend.
I'm in here for days on end
Or is it months or even years, I no longer comprehend.
The noise is too loud
And I can feel the shroud.
He beats me again today
Then its another's turn to play.
I'm broken now, but I'll not confess.
I'll leave my body, let those murdering bastards clean up the mess.
A few more thoughts before I go
I am human. This you must know.
You'd never know it `cause I'm tough as a rocks I throw.
I had hoped to grow a mustache so fine.
Maybe marry Mu
A Pirates Predicament Chapter 39Select songs for this chapter:A Pirates Predicament Chapter 392 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Lost In Paradise- Evanescence- Arthur's perspective
Skyfall- Adele- Readers perspective
Lovesong- Adele- Readers and Arthur's perspective
"The Cap'n's returning!" Gibbons shouted as he saw Arthur, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis in the distance, making their way back with the rest of the crew that had been with them. Mathieu. Peter and yourself leaned over the railing to watch them as they came closer.
"We caught him! We caught him! Look!" Peter said as he tugging on your arm, pointing in the direction of where Cruz was still struggling in the net that was being carried by some of Arthur's men. You smirked in triumph as you took a step back, quickly ascending the stairs to the quarter deck and projected your voice so it was loud enough for all to hear.
"LETS HEAR IT FOR THE CAPTAIN!" you shouted, prompting the entire crew to give shouts of cheering and 'hoorah's". By the time Arthur had reached his ship the entire crew were sho
I Promise"You mustn't push yourself too much!"I Promise3 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
What it would be like to be a Palestinian?What it would be like to be a Palestinian?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What it would be like when being a Palestinian these days?
Let's pretend it was all good
Let's pretend I had a lot of food
Let's pretend I wasn't ever poor
Let's pretend I never felt pain cos of a disease that needs a damn cure!
I was born in the West bank in Palestine
I was never that bright nothing like Einstein
Trying so hard in the deserts to survive, trying so hard to stay freekin alive
From the damn exterminating Zionist hive
Saw my parents being shot now their both with God
Now it's my Bro being shot after being marked with a red dot
Now I'm all alone surviving the weather cos it's damn hot
Hope I do not end like dead corps and smell like rot
I might sound dumb when you see me, but I ain't like those pricks you see on the T.V
You see when we defend our land, they call us terrorists just like the Taliban
You sit in your houses doing just fine
Or play volley ball on the
Dark!RussiaXReader: Save Me From Myself Ch 2Dark!RussiaXReader: Save Me From Myself Ch 22 years ago in Horror More Like This
The wind whipped and howled as Ivan and I gazed out the window, carrying the snow in enigmatic opaque patterns. I couldn’t hope to drive home in this weather, not with my life that is.
I glanced over to Ivan. His face was blank and unreadable.
“Ivan,” I ventured to bring him out of his reverie.
“Huhn?” he seemed to jolt back to reality at the sound of his name. “Yes, _______?”
“Would you mind if I stayed here for the evening? Just until the blizzard is over?”
Something unnamed, unknown, lifted its head to look around.
Ivan gave a bright, excited smile. “Of course you can stay!” His eyes sparkled and danced as he grabbed my hand and pulled me energetically from the window. He almost skipped as he led me to one of many spare bedrooms in his capacious mansion. “It’s been so long since I’ve had any guests!”
It was such
La historia de los espejosLa historia de los espejos3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Mayo de 1985 - Madrugada
La luna se asoma al espejo de la laguna y ésta, celosa, le arruga el rostro con sus olas.
A mitad del trayecto entre una y otra orilla vamos en un cayuco que tiene la misma estabilidad que mi decisión de cruzar el lago.
El viejo Antonio me ha invitado a probar su cayuco.
Durante 28 noches, de luna nueva a luna llena, el viejo Antonio ha labrado, a filo de machete y hacha, un largo tronco de cedro.
Siete metros de largo mide la embarcación.
Me explica el viejo Antonio que los cayucos se pueden hacer de los troncos del cedro, la caoba,
el huanacastle o el bariy, y me señala los distintos árboles que nombra.
El viejo Antonio se empeña en mostrarme uno y otro, pero yo no alcanzo a apreciar la diferencia entre ellos;
para mí todos son árboles grandes.
Pero eso fue en el día; ahora vamos de madrugada, como es ley, navegando en esta barquita de madera de cedro
a la que el viejo Antonio ha bautizado como La Malcontent
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 Kiss3 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.
Turkey x Ghost!Reader Part 11195 BC.Turkey x Ghost!Reader Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In exchange for judging Aphrodite as the fairest goddess, Paris, the prince of Troy, was promised that the most beautiful woman in the world would fall for him. He traveled to Sparta on a diplomatic mission and met the woman who was said to be fairest in all of the Greek World, Helen. However, she was already married to one King of Sparta and had a cruel heart which Paris did not find admirable at all. Much to his dismay, he knew she was smitten by him and he did not return her feelings.
However, he had encountered a fair, meek girl who served as Helen's slave and was pursued by the other king. Paris had fallen in love with her but he didn't wish to foul relations with Sparta too badly. One night, he found the girl cornered by the king and he had intervened.
"As respectable royals, we should know better that love is more enjoyable if you are patient and listen to her feelings. It is quite disgraceful when it is forced."
"Oh, yes. I suppose you're right." The King said as he st
He Promised"H-Holy R-Rome!" Italy sobbed, soon after arriving back at Austria's House. "H-Holy R-Rome!"He Promised3 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