#ENDviolence

17 posts
  • unapologetic_grumpy 52w

    Let there be no moonlight
    or the charm of starry nights.
    I want the darkness to arrive
    to help me escape.

    The hunters are on prowl
    I can hear them scowl.
    They will cage me in iron bars
    and clip my wings away.

    Proud of their misdeed
    they turn a deaf ear to my plead.
    Haughtily, they then proclaim
    "We do this to protect you".

    ©unapologetic_grumpy

  • victoriaibukun 64w

    Great things

    Great things wasn't built in a day, doesn't mean you should be stupid enough to not speak up.



    ©victoriaibukun

  • awakening 67w

    स्त्री क्या वजूद है तेरा,
    दिया जनम तूने जिस संसार को,
    उसी संसार में न कोई अपना तेरा,
    लगाते है लोग बुरी नज़र तेरे अरमानो को,
    कुचलते है लोग तेरे हर जज्बातो को,

    बता स्त्री क्या वजूद है तेरा,
    खड़े है लोग देखने तेरे हालातों को,
    है तैयार तुझे जलाने को,
    बोल स्त्री क्या सोच रही है,

    क्या डर है जिसे तू छिपा रही है,
    जहा तुझे पूजा करते थे,
    आज वही सब तुझे शर्मसार करे फिरते है,
    जिससे जुड़ा है नाता तेरा,

    वही कर रहा चीर-हरण तेरा,
    जहाँ तेरे पैदा होने पर देवी कहा जाता था,
    आज तुझे कोख में मारा जाता है,
    बता स्त्री क्या तूने ये सोचा था,
    बोल न स्त्री क्या कसूर है तेरा,
    आखिर कहा बचा है सम्मान तेरा..!!

    ©awakening

  • crystac 71w

    Speak.
    Let the truth leak.
    Spread the truth, let it be known,
    We destroying the system, we taking it down,
    We taking back what is rightfully ours,
    But for now, we be counting the hours.

    It's the end. It's the end.
    We're not going to the Golden Era with the same, twisted, perverted ways.
    The innocent have being crying, they've been saying,
    Justice, justice. Serve nothing but justice.
    Spread the notice.

    How long must we suffer,
    Why should the wants of the few outweigh the rights of the many?
    No more wars, no more pain.
    Let's play fair, let do this in a way everybody can gain.

    Listen.

    Listen.

    Do you not hear?
    The time is near.
    Expose them. Expose them all.
    No more selling souls.
    Time is up.

    Be serious for once,
    The Organization stands,
    Let's do this right,
    But please, let's not fight.
    Too much blood has been shed,
    Can't you hear the weak? They've begged.

    "Enough is enough!"

    We moving to the Golden Era,
    Save yourselves, save the innocent, they're in danger.
    Can't you see,
    We can't keep going on like this.

    Spread the word,
    Spread and shout it aloud.
    Let us unite,
    And fight.

    Let's heal the Earth, heavily she bleeds,
    Let's plant the seeds.


    Awaken everyone.
    They be messing up with the minds,
    Making them not to see, they can't see the signs.
    Let Earth unite,
    But not to fight.

    It's Good vs Evil,
    In the spiritual realms.

    We done with the toxicity.
    Healthy, living, healthy meals.
    Everything good, everything neat.
    If you can't handle it, then take a seat.
    ©crystac

  • payal_sapiens 88w

    "The journey of a mother"

    Who better than a mother discern
    the agony of a seperation,
    Seperation of a child from her
    just when she was starting to rejoice motherhood,
    just when her child is a day old and still humans have the audacity to plunder her baby's food!
    just so that they can taste "a glass of milk", "shredded cheese " and "smooth butter" on their plate!

    Who better than a mother would want
    to end her ordeal,
    The ordeal to stare at her child being dragged to the two doors of hell,
    Either to be sold as a veal or for leather
    Or to be pumped full of antibiotics and hormones and operate like a "milk-producing" machines like herself!

    Who better than a mother could
    fathom enslavement,
    Who are "rape-racked' with farmer's hand, artificially pregnated for their whole life, yet deprived of their offsprings,
    Whose "body" is not theirs to begin with but a machine to humans,
    Whose "will", "consent", "comfort", "needs" have no room in the concealment of the dairy industry,
    Whose "emotions" and "personality traits" are impenetrable to human eyes,
    Who are entitled with "free range" and "organic" just to sugercoat the harsh realities they suffer!
    Who are still deprived of the basic rights when they drain out and no longer "fruitful" to humans, getting piled one over another who mourn and sob on the way to the slaughter house or to the streets when killing them is banned where they die eventually of malnutrition or disease
    Who are said to be killed "humanely" when we all know that doesn't make sense!

    Who better than a mother endure her life,
    Which was never "a life" to begin with,
    But just a piece of meat, a glass of milk and huge source of dollar bills!

    To all the forgotten mother cows enslaved by humans,
    A "Happy Mother's Day"
    Hoping that the word "happy" will soon exist in your life and your motherhood will soon be given justice!
    ©payal_sapiens

  • akd_shokeen 98w

    निशान बाक़ी हैं

    न वो पूजा करने वाले थे, न वो नमाज पढ़ने वाले थे,
    अपने अल्लहा का राम का वो नाम बदनाम करने वाले थे
    उन दरिंदों की हैवानो की करना अभी पहचान बाकी है,
    रात काली गुजर गई, पर उसके निशान बाक़ी हैं।

    खून सबका लाल है, चीखें सबकी एक सि थीं,
    बेगुनाहों को रोने वाली, आँखे सारि एक सी थीं,
    उन लाशो का धर्म क्या था, शिनाख़्त होनी बाकी है,
    रात काली गुजर गई, पर उसके निशान बाक़ी हैं।

    बांटने की हमें जो ये कोशिश हुई है, सोच समझ के साजिश हुई है,
    बेगुनाहों का खून बहके ये केसी जीत तुम्हे हासिल हुई है?
    कोशिश अपनी कर ली तुमने, हमारा जवाब आना बाकी है,
    रात काली गुजर गई, पर उसके निशान बाक़ी हैं।

    बिस्मिल सा सरफरोश होजाउं, इश्क़-ए-वतन में मदहोश होजाउं,
    भगत सिंह को याद करूं, अम्बेडकर की बात करूं,
    जिस हक़ के लिए लाडे थे गांधी, वो शाम आनी बाकी है,
    रात काली गुजर गई, पर उसके निशान बाक़ी हैं।

    तुम गोली ले के आओ तो, में इंतज़ार करूंगा,
    वतन के नाम सर कुर्बान, सौ बार करूंगा,
    सही के लिए लड़ते रहूंगा, जबतक जान बाकी है,
    रात काली गुजर गई, पर उसके निशान बाक़ी हैं।


    ©akd_shokeen

  • dazedfazed 101w

    #dazedfazed #endviolence
    This epidemic of non tolerance and violence should end. Whatever race,religion,gender we are, ultimately we are all the same at the very core. Differences just make us diverse and complex,not superior or inferior. #life #love #poetry #inspiration

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    Allowables

    I killed a spider
    Not a murderous brown recluse
    Nor even a black widow
    And if the truth were told this
    Was only a small
    Sort of papery spider
    Who should have run
    When I picked up the book
    But she didn’t
    And she scared me
    And I smashed her

    I don’t think
    I’m allowed

    To kill something

    Because I am

    Frightened

    -NIKKI GIOVANNI, CHASING UTOPIA

  • angelinabasudas 124w

    It needs to bleed

    The sun shining bright and yellow

    Throw a smile and walk in line

    No surprises you will be fine

    But me, ain't stooping so low.


    Wires on the land bare

    With the emptying of umpteenth round

    The race is writhing on ground

    Like a damned wounded mare.


    Clouds pour rendering everything new

    Dry, passive onlooker is the sun

    Like lips moving over tea 'n bun

    All words but become clouds very few.


    I ain't no sun, 'm the thunderous rain.

    Let my pen bleed, yet again.


    ©angelinabasudas

  • healerr 125w

    Love yourself

    I open my eyes , inside the darkness
    When my heartbeat is unfamiliar
    I faced you in the mirror
    You fear stricken glare , recycled questions
    I'm the only target to the thousand of those radiant arrows
    The standards you put out are harsher on yourself
    It's a part of your life
    Let's forgive ourselves now
    Our lives are too long to just throw ourselves out
    I believe in myself
    Because when winter passes spring comes again
    The path I walked it all answers for me
    The me from yesterday , the me from today ,the me for tomorrow
    I should love all .......

  • sreyabose 128w

    THE SPEECH BY KIM NAM JOON(BTS leader) IN GENERAL ASSEMBLY:-
    "Thank you, Mr. Secretary General, UNICEF Executive Director, Excellencies and distinguished guests from across the world.

    "My name is Kim Nam Jun, also known as RM, the leader of the group BTS. It’s an incredible honour to be invited to an occasion with such significance for today’s young generation.

    "Last November, BTS launched the “Love Myself” campaign with UNICEF, building on our belief that “true love first begins with loving myself.” We have been partnering with UNICEF’s #ENDviolence program to protect children and young people all over the world from violence.

    "Our fans have become a major part of this campaign with their action and enthusiasm. We truly have the best fans in the world!

    "I would like to begin by talking about myself.

    "I was born in Ilsan, a city near Seoul, South Korea. It’s a beautiful place, with a lake, hills, and even an annual flower festival. I spent a happy childhood there, and I was just an ordinary boy.

    "I would look up at the night sky in wonder and dream the dreams of a boy. I used to imagine that I was a superhero, saving the world.

    "In an intro to one of our early albums, there is a line that says, “My heart stopped…I was maybe nine or ten.”

    "Looking back, that’s when I began to worry about what other people thought of me and started seeing myself through their eyes. I stopped looking up at the stars at night. I stopped daydreaming. I tried to jam myself into moulds that other people made. Soon, I began to shut out my own voice and started to listen to the voices of others. No one called out my name, and neither did I. My heart stopped and my eyes closed shut. So, like this, I, we, all lost our names. We became like ghosts.

    "I had one sanctuary, and that was music. There was a small voice in me that said, ‘Wake up, man, and listen to yourself!” But it took me a long time to hear music calling my name.

    "Even after making the decision to join BTS, there were hurdles. Most people thought we were hopeless. Sometimes, I just wanted to quit

    "I think I was very lucky that I didn’t give it all up.

    "I’m sure that I, and we, will keep stumbling and falling. We have become artists performing in huge stadiums and selling millions of albums.

    "But I am still an ordinary, twenty-four-year-old guy. If there’s anything that I’ve achieved, it was only possible because I had my other BTS members by my side, and because of the love and support of our ARMY fans.

    "Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. I am who I am today, with all my faults. Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’s me, too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have come to love myself for who I was, who I am, and who I hope to become.

    "I would like to say one last thing.

    "After releasing the “Love Yourself” albums and launching the “Love Myself” campaign, we started to hear remarkable stories from our fans all over the world, how our message helped them overcome their hardships in life and start loving themselves. These stories constantly remind us of our responsibility.

    "So, let’s all take one more step. We have learned to love ourselves, so now I urge you to “speak yourself.”

    "I would like to ask all of you. What is your name? What excites you and makes your heart beat?

    "Tell me your story. I want to hear your voice, and I want to hear your conviction. No matter who you are, where you’re from, your skin colour, gender identity: speak yourself.

    "Find your name, find your voice by speaking yourself.

    "I’m Kim Nam Jun, RM of BTS.

    "I’m a hip-hop idol and an artist from a small town in Korea.

    "Like most people, I made many mistakes in my life.

    "I have many faults and I have many fears, but I am going to embrace myself as hard as I can, and I’m starting to love myself, little by little.

    "What is your name? Speak Yourself!"

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    Love Yourself! Speak Yourself!

    BTS made people learn how to love their own self first through their hard work, lyrics and their own life experiences!
    They are truly seven LEGENDARY ordinary boys from South Korea who became inspiration to millions of people around the world receiving the conditional love from their fans i.e. ARMY!
    I RESPECT THEM..TOO MUCH
    BTS PAVED THE WAY
    (Read The group leader, Kim Nam joon's speech in the caption)
    (ARMY'S out there I Purple You all)

  • fake_world 129w

    You showed me i have reasons
    I should love myself

  • kausartasneem 129w

    END VIOLENCE

    Loving Myself was an option but you taught me it has to be my choice.
    Thousands of stars in this galaxy I never looked at but you taught me how to rejoice
    You opened the door to the Magic shop
    When I thought the world was a mishap
    You taught me world doesn't have to be heroic as superman but all are heroes just like Anpanman
    Today I say this again and again, I love myself and to this day and ever End Violence
    ©kausartasneem

  • overthinkerr 166w

    #ENDviolence

    People should realise there's nothing good your hatred holds. You will never know how the other person will react on your actions .
    And the sad thing is they can harm themselves.
    Please be aware , bullying is no joke. It can be fun for you brats but try and look at the emotions you've hurt, look how he/she cries every time, look at the wound you've caused. You'll better be ashamed of you.

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    Pata hai?
    Jab tum choote the
    Tum par bhi koi hasa hoga, tumhare vapas kuch na kehne par tumhe bohot kuch kaha hoga
    Or kabhi kabhi toh hath bhi uthaya hoga
    Tumhari bhi dil ko chubha hoga
    Or tumne bhi socha hoga
    Ke sirf main hi kyu
    Mere sath hi esa kyu hota hai
    Us uljhan bhare samay me
    Tumne apni jaan dene ka bhi soocha hoga
    Par vakt ke sath tum badte gaye
    Or tumhara dar choota
    Or dhyan bhi
    Tum us samay ko to bhul gaye
    Par tumne kabhi vapas unlogo se eh nehi kaha ki tumpar kya guzri thi us samay
    Dekhte dekhte samay beeta
    Or tumhare bache bhi isi cheez ka shikaar bane
    Par isbaar voh sirf chup nehi rahe
    Jaan de di apni.

    Kaash tum apni baat use bata dete
    Toh use ye na lagta
    Ki voh akeli hai
    Yeh sirf uske saath nehi hua hai
    Shayad voh himmat karke ladh jati un logo se
    Unhe apni galti mehsoos karwati
    Jo tum naa kar sake
    Sayad vo kar deti

    ©overthinkerr

  • thegirlmeetsevil 171w

    Cataclysm

    There’s something comforting about these halls,these alleys that I’ve made memories in,these halls that somehow hold the most delicately woven memories of all,memories which I revisit just so I never forget,never forget the times I had here.

    It’s been twelve years since I’ve been here,but somehow my limbs know just where to go.

    Twelve years ago,I thought life would be a walk in the park,I’d make lifelong friends,try new things and discover who I really was.

    Boy,was I wrong.

    You see,every single action movie you’ve ever seen will stay a action movie.Because that one hour of creativity is all it will ever be.

    Let me set the scene for you,there are no lifelong friends and a lot of tainted memories.

    These halls are all I have,for these vestibules,are like the albums of my life,each hall filled with a piece of me.I grew up in a society where violence was idolized and kindness,condemned.

    Guns surround me,and the frames of my beloved is on a mountain of bodies.During my years of  high school, they never really taught us the important things,the vital information or the basics of adulthood.

    Shoot me if I’m wrong,but what school system has taught us how to combat shootings?Do I flee?Do I stay down?Is it as easy as it seems to be?If I correct them on their grammar,will they shoot me?

    I can’t process it anymore, I have been shot.I have been put down.I guess terrorists don't really care about their grammar.

    I hear the sobs emitting my mother,my teachers running around,trying to stop me from falling in what seems a very inviting slumber,one which I wish not to resist.

    I never really had the opportunity to make those intricately woven memories,but these hospital walls are all I have,because they have been with me from the start of this very bloodstained  journey.These sanitorium walls are my school walls.My convocation,my graduation,my first grade,all seem to be painted on these overly salubrious walls.

    Yet,I seem to have no memories,a clean slate when I see a real school,a gun in my hand and a black mask in the other.

                                                                                        
    ©thegirlmeetsevil

  • darrianlynx 198w

    A Start

    Start with yourself and learn how to live.
    Then to your child, teach her to forgive.
    Teach her your kindness, compassion and love.
    Teach her that she can always rise above.
    Show your little boy that it's okay to lose.
    Losing can mean winning if that's what we choose.
    Each time we lose we learn just a bit.
    Next time around it may be a better fit.
    That brings us to the next lesson to teach.
    If you don't keep trying, your dream's hard to reach.
    Teach him not to give up and to try.
    This way he won't have to mourn life gone by.
    Let them know not to raise up their hand
    and to strike out, causing pain when it lands.
    If you show mercy to the child that you raise,
    she will show mercy for all of her days.

    ©darrianlynx

  • minuraj 202w

    चर्चा ।

    स्वर्ग में आज चर्चा होगी क्यों उनके ही बनाये जीवों ने एक ओर रंगों की होली खेली और एक ओर दह्शत की ।।
    ©minuraj

  • je_pense 246w

    Walk

    Don't look, walk.
    Don't ask, walk.
    Don't stop, walk.

    Don't stare.
    Turn away.
    It's none of your business.
    Walk.

    He is hitting her.
    Walk.
    Don't ask questions.
    None of your business.
    Walk.

    She spanked that girl in the corridor.
    Laugh.
    Girls like to have fun.
    That girl is crying now.
    Walk.

    She caressed the young boy's cheek.
    Cheer.
    She is 41.
    Cheer louder.
    He didn't like it and tried to OD.
    Walk.

    Don't stop.
    Why are you stopping now?
    No one stopped before.
    Why stop now?
    Why question now?
    Just
    Walk.