Mitchell.K's+Favourite+Poem

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 * Rage Against The Machine** [ Rage Against The Machine Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] **

Flip this capital eclipse The vocal tone has got em sweatin They own apocalypse Yes, tha rebels of the grains stand masterless The masked ones cap one nafta comin with the new disaster And yes we in with the wind and The plan de ayala kin are coming back around again The slave driver saliva, one night power turns The devils mouth dry, and mexico burns Here they come one by one killers of the new frontier To occupy we lost in fear We are the wind below We in with the wind below Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life with imf shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk it while slicin our veins so mark it From the fincas overseers, to them vultures playin markets She aint got nothin but weapon and shawl She is chol, tzoltzil, tojolobal, tzeltal The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries She once suffocated, now thru a barrel she breathes She is the wind below We in with the wind below She is the wind below All the share holders are gonna flex and try to annex the truth While the new trust gonna flex and cast their image in you G.E. is gonna flex and try to annex the truth Nbc is gonna flex and cast their image in you Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And abc's new thrill rides of trials and lies And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths They force our ears to go deaf to the screams of the south ​ I like this “poem” for many reasons. Firstly, the off topic stuff, the bass in this is awesome and so is Tom Morello’s guitar in this is too, and its Rage Against the Machine one the greatest bands of all time. While these things are all good things, and major reasons to like this as a song, there is also a lot of meaning in the lyrics themselves. The title “Wind Below” refers to "The Southeast in Two Winds" by Subcomandante Marcos. Marcos describes the Zapatistas, and the Chiapas as "the wind below". This song is about the movement, and the EZLN's, Zapatista Army of National Liberation, fight for justice. The United States media and government silences the movement. NAFTA is the North American Free Trade Agreement., an agreement between Mexico, the U.S, and Canada. It was supported by the rich Mexicans, the ones in government, but it greatly hurts the poor. There a lot more references to this issue in the poem, I could go on forever, but this is just to show that the meaning behind it is one of the things I liked about the poem, I like a good political song. The other thing i like about these lyrics is how they are “sung” by the vocalist, Zack de la Rocha. How he changes the tempo and how he ‘hits’ on the words on the end of the lines, enhancing the rhyme. All these things together are what make this one of my favorite poems/songs. ​
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 * Nirvana, Lithium** [ Nirvana Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

I'm so happy 'cause today I've found my friends ... They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ... We've broken our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I'm not scared Light my candles, in a daze 'Cause I've found god

Hey, hey hey (x6)

I'm so happy 'cause today I shaved my head ... And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ... But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ... But I don't care I'm so horny, but that's okay ... My will is good

Hey, hey hey (x6)

I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy 'cause today I've found my friends ... They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ... We've broken our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze ... 'Cause I've found god

Hey, hey hey (x6) Yeah!

I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I like it - I'm not gonna crack I miss you - I'm not gonna crack I love you - I'm not gonna crack I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

The reasons I like this poem are numerous. Again the music is great and the band is another one of the greats. This song also has great meaning. The lyrics point to the meaning being about bipolar and the effects of this disorder. "I'm so lonely" and seconds later states "I'm not sad" is an example of this. I “like it - I'm not gonna crack” and “I miss you - I'm not gonna crack” are some more examples of this. This meaning makes me interested in the poem. The ways this meaning is expressed is also what made me like this poem. It uses repetition, and a ‘balance’, so it says one thing then the opposite. The voice of the vocalist also suits this. A reason, not relating to meaning, that I like this song is that is like no other.
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**Futility by Wilfred Owen ** Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds - Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? - O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?  To that this poem literally you would see that; a man is sleeping, the sun wakes him, he is in France, then is snows, it seems as if the man is coming in and out of consciousness. But I think that it has more meaning than this. I think that the point of this poem is the futility, as the title suggests, of war. The poem does this through imagery of the fields, sun and France, then talks about the man being “still warm” like he has just died, that only the sun has stayed the same after war.
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. This poem is about the seven stages of a man’s life. They are; infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, old man, and death. I don’t think that these shouldn’t be taken literally though, they all have meaning. The infant is when we are helpless and completely dependent on others “in the nurse’s arms”. The schoolboy is when we are innocent and unknowing of the world around us, “shinning morning face”. The lover is our love for our lover, then sinful, lustful side, “mistress”. The soldier is our sense of fighting, whether it is literally or for a cause, “quick to quarrel”. Justice is maturity, “round belly” and “full of wise saws”, when we truly become aware of the world. The old is where we become withdraw from the world, “world to wide”. Death is the end that meets us all.
 * William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)**
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