Poverty Vs security

As long as there is poverty on this land, 

There will be no safety, no security on hand. 

How can you make the rich understand, 

As they are locked up in wonderlands. 

How can you make people understand, 

That they should work together on this land. 

How can you get people know, 

Their interest is to love friend and foe. 

How can you get the message to those, 

Who are preoccupied to their nose, 

How can you let people see, 

The horror of life under siege. 

Walls are built up, doors are locked up, 

Chains are fastened, to the legs held up. 

Sounds of beating, sounds of crying, 

Waken the injured who are dying. 

Some will shout out, some will rise up, 

Some will write of what they think of. 

Maybe one day, you will wake up. 

And think of better ways to live on.

THE WAR SIRENS

Do you hear the sirens calling for wars

Do you hear the warlords decorating their words?

Do you hear the words,

 Inviting the world to wars?

Do you hear the march,

 Marching people forcefully off to wars?

Can you hear the bombs,

 The missiles, the guns wide-bore?

Can you hear the fighter planes roar,

Carrying death and destruction to homes?

Can you imagine your family fleeing from home,

With their legs ripped, their bellies torn,

Leaving behind their loves their hopes?

Can you imagine the roaring fires from homes,

Destroying all you made with hands of yours?

Where can you go who can you call when all in sore?

Do you hear the laughter from those ,

Who are living well on wars,

 Celebrating the fact that we ignore,

That we are shouting out their words?!

Is it not strangely ironical in whole,

That we are our foes helping our foes?!

Proverb quotes:

      “ I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.”

           “ The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.”

                “The highest function of the teacher consists not so much in imparting knowledge as in stimulating the pupil in its love and pursuit.”

                 There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.”