You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.
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You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Melancholy
Ultramarine, cerulean blue—
a cordial, yet fervent orange.
Clouds dance
with adjacent pink
and pearl grey,
separate parts of four souls
becoming indistinguishable
within a singular picture.
Do you decimate and violate art
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Melancholy
Ultramarine, cerulean blue—
a cordial, yet fervent orange.
Clouds dance
with adjacent pink
and pearl grey,
separate parts of four souls
becoming indistinguishable
within a singular picture.
Do you decimate and violate art
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Careful steps on ice
Deep breaths
In silence take it in
Here all alone
On the way home
As winter walks begin
Shadows loom about
There’s gloom
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Before someone pushes you into the ring of rivalry
Plunge yourself into the valley of forgiveness
Not only the neatness of habiliment counts
but also neatness of heart
If you could get coolness of heart
If you could try getting coolness of mind
There are chances you become superfine
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
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Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
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