Saturday, May 06, 2006
Modern times
It is said we live in modern times,
In the civilised year of 'seventy nine,
But when I look around, all I see,
Is modern torture, pain, and hypocrisy.
In modern times little children die,
They starve to death, but who dares ask why?
And little girls without attire,
Run screaming, napalmed, through the night afire.
And while fat dictators sit upon their thrones,
Young children bury their parents' bones,
And secret police in the dead of night,
Electrocute the naked woman out of sight.
In the gutter lies the black man, dead,
And where the oil flows blackest, the street runs red,
And there was He who was born and came to be,
But lived and died without liberty.
As the bureaucrats, speculators and presidents alike,
Pin on their dirty, stinking, happy smiles tonight,
The lonely prisoner will cry out from within this tomb,
And tomorrow's wretch will leave its mother's womb!
Bobby Sands (9 march 1954 - 5 may 1981)
Irish liberation militant. Political prisoner. Poet.
Died from starvation after 66 days of hunger-striking.
He was 27 years old.
# posted by miguel_x98 @ 5/06/2006 06:05:00 PM
And to think if he tryed a hunger strike now thay would force a tube in him and make him live on there grule and mentaly tourcher him .Sad is it is sometimes hard to read and learn from the past is best but why cant we just start out the uncaring the killing the leaders who who dont care for there own people any more i know thats the whole world now the greed has it realy won?????
