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Creativity. Excellence. Hospitality.

Hassan Mawji — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 23:04:09 +0000

The wave emerges, amidst silence at bay.

The shore awakens, after its midday siesta.

Life has been resumed.

A flow has been resurrected.

Their reign has been assumed.

Once their routine emergence elapses,

They retire to their customary home.

The vast ocean, as it encompasses masses of its beautiful property.

The shore has bidden farewell to its unexpected guest,

Claiming residue in exchange.

Till next time…

A re-emergence follows once silence has been re-ensued.
The cycle repeats. Life continues.

The creatures which venture below the vast surface,

Are accustomed to exertions of energy,

Which they attempt to resist.

Yet, reluctantly, the weak get dragged.

Together, as though one.

The guests are harboured for their allotted period,

Before their exit.

Order and beauty,

Both characteristics of the great ocean,

As they harness energy,

And display lessons of excellence and hospitality.

The sun rises and falls, witnessing this act of generosity.

Observe the silence,

Observe the beauty,

Dig within yourself,

To find how your being has qualities that match the ocean…

A silent breeze startles the onlooker, as they become accustomed to this dream-like reality.

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Hear My Soul Speak

A Guest Contribution — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 13:25:50 +0000

I was not born under a rhyming planet,
Just a desperate world, obessed with wealth,
The quest for sales, pressures precious men and girls to reject and disrespect themselves,
When weapons sell to hungry countries only death prevails,
This planet sickens me,
The way man has managed to man handle land and dignity,
Scams of industry, enforced by a savage miltary,
Planning civilly to literally damage visionarys,
Who vanish physically like Aborigines,
You can brandish your cannons, We brandish banished history,
You act as if resistance is ugly,
And Imperialism is lovely,
Mention Colonialism, here in Britain it’s touchy,
But your peers can live in luxury off the back of dead countries,
You say it’s complicated and the details aren’t clear,
But what about the people of Diego Garcia,
Your Majesty’s army drove an entire population from their homes,
To make way for an American Military Base,
So in the eyes of humanity, Britain isn’t very great,
Diego Garcia, the same Military Base the wars on Iraq and Afghanistan were launched from,
everyday more bombs are bought from BAE Systems, and if that’s right, then tell me, what do you call wrong?
If the Balfour Declaration is remembered from Tel Aviv to Gaza then,
Why is it not remembered where it was signed? In the Houses of Parliament,
Like the freedom cried from Steve Biko’s eyes,
People tried to read inbetween my lines,
But my message clear if you heed it right,
Bad things will always happen when you attempt to play God with other people’s lives,
I refuse to co-sign your evil crimes,
In fact I reject your feeble lies,
That kept my people blind,
Saying “nothing can change, so why even try?”
Because humanity is something we should bleed and die to keep alive,
They fear those who weep, because the tears are so deep,
A guilty conscious won’t sleep, It lives in fear with no peace,
So it’s not just words when your hearing Lowkey,
When you listen to me you can hear my soul speak.

Kareem Dennis aka Lowkey

Lowkey is a Poet, Playwright, Political Activist and award winning Hip Hop Artist of mixed British and Arab descent who has received airplay on numerous major radio stations including BBC Radio 1, Capital FM, Kiss FM, Choice FM and BBC 1Xtra and toured internationally performing to crowds everywhere from Glastonbury and Trafalgar Square to Germany and Amsterdam.

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Niggers and Pakis

A Guest Contribution — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:50:37 +0000

Niggers and Pakis.

Did the start of this poem shock you?

Niggers or Paki’s any single word they use to classify and identify our identity to degrade us worse then the slave ships and worse then the struggle for INDEPENDENCE,

Now we are in this country, they say London is so diverse, but our colour and creed is a curse to them, trapped in the system of capitalism, and they fool us into thinking we need their DEPENDENCE

The shortened version of the word Pakistani to a four letter word that bigots of the 70’s enjoyed using while bashing my family, and the N word used to described slaves to degrade them, disgrace them, yet we use them in abundance.

Words that state us and paint our personality and taint our reality,

Two words trickled down to the youth, in dismay, passed through like an urban cool, but who’s the fool; tell me who’s the fool when these words would make Enoch Powell drool. At the thought that we the minority, driving the NHS and maintaining the elite authority, degrade ourselves in such a way.

I can’t understand why these words are in the oxford dictionary, when it’s just fantasy fiction created by the oppressors of the past, how long will this last, They tell us to move from past to present but like the Palestinian scarf this fashion is one that is likely to last.

The problem isn’t as simple as a pimple on your face, as we scratch away, hoping one day this dilemma will go away, scratching away, until nothing is left but a scar on your cheek and mankind’s conscious.

Politicians tell us to move on, while I wipe the backside of the Lord in the chamber, I just wiped you bottom, can I have my peerage now please? Prince Harry showing us that the monarchy have not changed, just exchanged the whip for the word.

And now the disease is a condition, smiles of the bigots in the graves develop as I call my Pakistani friend a Paki and my Black friend a nigger, as if, spitting in the faces of the brave men and women who fought in the struggle.

What are you gonna do Nigger? Are you just gonna sit there you Paki?

Lucifer the original racist, made of fire, questioned clay, and the world is still struggling from Xenophobia till today.

The solution remains in the heart, where the disease was first implemented, showing brothers your love is above all else what we must strive for, to escape this condition and that Is the mission.

So when you walk on the street, embrace your brother, black, white, brown any colour that our green, blue or brown eyes see. Because that is what my religion teaches me.

By Mohamed-Zain Dada

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Power of Peer Pressure

Mohammed Rashid — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:49:10 +0000

People participate in the plots and ploys of politics. Perhaps they ponder prior to persuading their peers of the perks that permit our perception to be changed. The primary or presidential person of the pack is perpetuating in that he is partly unaware of the power he possesses over his people, but the profit, gained in persuading his party to punch and pound through the periphery of the devil, is pennies. We participate.

We participate because he has the power of pressure. He patronizes and plants pretty pictures and portraits of the praise he will perfume us in. Oh Poo! We have a portfolio of pointy pins that prick our inner peace to then take a pill to cure the pain. We have been persuaded like a puppy. Like a poodle playing with a python that poseidon before pouncing. Paw us. Probably we plead with our peasant like minds in the parks and pools of thought not to be persuaded once again – but we persist. The power of peer pressure is plentiful. So ponder or put pen to paper before our potential reaches a point of no progress, where we are persuaded only by others and not ourselves. So be prepared to turn away in the pandemonium of the people and to say “Phuck You” to your peers that disturb your inner peace. Be positive in the years to come. Praise others on their personalities and lower your pride to perhaps even pressure your piers in doing good.

If you know you are doing something bad, do not drag others down with you to feed you guilt. If you are doing something good, elevate the status of others by inviting them along and do not forget the power of peer pressure.

Oh Poppycock!

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