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A Man's A Man For A' That

by Robert Burns

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,

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Be Brave Enough To Say It

by Hébert Logerie

Be brave enough to walk away
And don’t look back
Be brave to say goodbye
Be brave enough to go your way
Be brave not to tell a lie.

Remember how the whole mess started
It was a beautiful spring day like today
The humming birds were antsy and enchanted
And the squirrels were crossing the freeway.

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Game of Power

by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed

Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.

You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,

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Give Chance To Grow

by Rafiq Pasha

Let there be no restrictions
let there be no limitations
for the poor and needy.

For skint if any opportunity arise
let them reap the surprise
just support the weak and weedy.

Under the shadow of poverty
these beings exhibit honesty

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All These

by Pijush Biswas

All these, Distress, Strain, Owe
Fight to the ages' demand
Or, crave for attainment, to bestow
The world, hand by hand.

All these, Love, Mercy, Pity
To the world's highest fulfilment
Manifest the eternity to beauty
When Hate, too long, spent.

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Game of Power

by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed

Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.

You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,

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Transparency

by Mario Odekerken

You stand there,
clear as river glass,
yet I cannot see through you.

Light moves across your surface,
breaks into pieces,
scatters on the floor
like something once whole.

You say nothing is hidden,

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Transparent

by Mario Odekerken

I am the whisper in the windowpane,
a shimmer where the raindrops stain.
I hold no weight,I cast no shade,
yet still,I shape the light you wade.

You see straight through,but not quite past
--
a truth too fragile,never asked.
No mask to wear,no lie to mend,
just silence I refuse to bend.

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A Stroke of Hypocrisy

by Kimani Hare

Destruction in the name of the Arts,

Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.

Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels

Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,

For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.

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