This document provides summaries of several protest poems and songs. It begins with Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A-Changin'" which calls for social and political change. It also includes lyrics from "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan and "Ohio" by Neil Young about hardships and violence. The document concludes with poems addressing various political and environmental issues such as "Imagine the Angels of Bread" by Martin Espada and "Give Peace a Chance" written by John Lennon.
4. Ohio – Neil Younghttp://www.lyricstime.com/neil-young-ohio-lyrics.html Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.
5. Links - 1 Words Without Borders – Online Magazine for International Literaturehttp://www.wordswithoutborders.org/ Macedonian Poetryhttp://www.mymacedonia.net/language/antology1.htm Poets Against the War http://www.poetsagainstthewar.org/worldpoets.asp Diane DiPrima – Revolutionary Letters http://www.google.com/books?id=FDzmVXE1GYwC&printsec=frontcover&dq=revolutionary+letters&ei=OYhNSrsFmILIBJz4wekC W.S. Merwin on Political Poetryhttp://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/merwin/political.htm
6. Links - 2 Poets’ Corner: Protest http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/SubjIdx/protest.html Poets’ Corner: Weatherhttp://www.theotherpages.org/poems/SubjIdx/weather.html#table Mario Petrucci - The Green Poetry Packhttp://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/lib/tmp/cmsfiles/File/GreenPack-Petrucci-PDF.pdf World Wide Watch 09 [resource on climate change] WWWatch09.pdf (568.628 Kb) Whole book in pdf http://www.worldwatch.org/node/5984 Glossary & Ref. Guide http://www.worldwatch.org/files/pdf/CCRG.pdf Key facts: http://www.worldwatch.org/node/5988
7. Imagine – John Lennonhttp://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Imagine-lyrics-John-Lennon/49604BC1C4A024AE48256BCA000779DD Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today... Imagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will be as one Imagine no possessionsI wonder if you canNo need for greed or hungerA brotherhood of manImagine all the peopleSharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one
8. “Tyrant”-- Chenjerai Hovehttp://www.wordswithoutborders.org/?author=ChenjeraiHove Why cryfor the wingless spirit bird?Why cryfor the honeybird? The king attends a funeraland dances with his eyebrows,his naked words smelling of sandand gunpowder. The polluted windonly smells of lost dreams,some kinds of amorphous declarationsabout blood mixed with dance songs. Our royal kingsmokes a tired cigaretteand eats biscuits with a fork. He lives in volcanic tempers,sniffing the wind for armed insurgencyin all locked places. The king,he wears necklaces of bulletshis lips stiff with pronouncements. Tomorrow's funeralis banned,the corpsedetainedfor furtherquestioning.
9. Imagine the Angels of Bread -- Martin Espadafrom Imagine the Angels of Bread http://www.martinespada.net/imagine.htm This is the year that squatters evict landlords, gazing like admirals from the rail of the roofdeck or levitating hands in praise of steam in the shower; this is the year that shawled refugees deport judges who stare at the floor and their swollen feet as files are stamped with their destination; this is the year that police revolvers, stove-hot, blister the fingers of raging cops, and nightsticks splinter in their palms; this is the year that darkskinned men lynched a century ago return to sip coffee quietly with the apologizing descendants of their executioners. This is the year that those who swim the border's undertow and shiver in boxcars are greeted with trumpets and drums at the first railroad crossing on the other side; this is the year that the hands pulling tomatoes from the vine uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts the vine, the hands canning tomatoes are named in the will that owns the bedlam of the cannery; this is the year that the eyes stinging from the poison that purifies toilets awaken at last to the sight of a rooster-loud hillside, pilgrimage of immigrant birth; this is the year that cockroaches become extinct, that no doctor finds a roach embedded in the ear of an infant; this is the year that the food stamps of adolescent mothers are auctioned like gold doubloons, and no coin is given to buy machetes for the next bouquet of severed heads in coffee plantation country. If the abolition of slave-manacles began as a vision of hands without manacles, then this is the year; if the shutdown of extermination camps began as imagination of a land without barbed wire or the crematorium, then this is the year; if every rebellion begins with the idea that conquerors on horseback are not many-legged gods, that they too drown if plunged in the river, then this is the year. So may every humiliated mouth, teeth like desecrated headstones, fill with the angels of bread.
10. Give Peace a Chance -- Written by: John Lennon/Paul McCartney Additional lyrics: Sean Ono Lennonhttp://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Give-Peace-A-Chance-lyrics-Lenny-Kravitz/A57E6447CE92857A482568C800331EA1 Everybody's talkin 'bout,Planet earthRebirthUnited nationsGood relationsSpace stationsStarvationRadiationSalvatioinEducationLiberationChorus:All we are saying is: "Give Peace A Chance !"Everybody's talkin' 'boutCivil warRevolutionArmageddonNo solutionAre we facingVietnamWe don't want to Drop the bombChorus Everybody's talkin 'boutAcid houseGay spouseGreen houseHeavy metalHip hop CensorshipHas to stopHivAztNew kids dance onMTVWith toxic waste dumps in the seaChorusEverybody's talkin 'bout (Cyndi's part)Amazon's (Cyndi's part)Trees gone (Cyndi's part)Cancer cellsFrom the sunMiddle east Crazy beastRock n rollersSing for peaceChorus ...
11. Atlantis—A Lost Sonnetby Eavan Bolandhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/atlantis-a-lost-sonnet/+ hear the poem: http://poemsoutloud.net/audio/archive/eavan_boland_reads_atlantis/ How on earth did it happen, I used to wonderthat a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to mention vehicles and animals—had all one fine day gone under?I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.Surely a great city must have been missed?I miss our old city —white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe what really happened is this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a wordto convey that what is gone is gone forever and never found it. And so, in the best traditions of where we come from, they gave their sorrow a nameand drowned it.
12. TresArboles - Three Trees – Gabriela Mistralhttp://www.yale.edu/ynhti/curriculum/guides/1979/5/79.05.06.x.html TresArboles Tres árbo1es caidos quedaron en la orilla del sendero. El lenador los o1vidó, y conversan, apretados de amor, comotresciegos. El sol de ocaso pone Su sangre viva en los hendidoslenos ¡Y se llevan los vientos la fragancia de sucostadoabierto! Uno, torcido, tiende Su brazoimmenso y de follajetrémulo Laciaotro, y susheridas Como dos ojos son, llenos de reugo. El lenador los o1vidó. La noche vendrá. Estaré con ellos. Recibiré en mi corazónsusmansas Resinas. Me seráncomo de fuego. Y mudos y cenidos Noshalle el dia en un montón de duelo. Three Trees Three trees, struck down, were left by the edge of the road. The woodsman forgot them, so, they spoke, clutching one and other out of love, like three blind men. The dying sun spills its fiery blood on the wounded logs, While the fragrance of their open sides is lifted away by the winds! One, twisted, extends its mightly arm with trembling leaves toward another, and its wounds beg like two pleading eyes. They woodsman forgot them. Night is coming. I will be one with them. Their mild resins will flow into my heart. To me they’ll burn like fire. And—day will find us, silent and clinging together, in a heap of sorrow. Translated by Jill Savitt In John A. Crow, John T. Reed, John E. Englekirk, Irving A. Leonard, An Anthology of Spanish-American Literature. New York: Meridith Corp., 1968.
13. For the Lost Generation, Galway Kinnellhttp://poetry365.tumblr.com/post/68625161/for-the-lost-generation-galway-kinnell Oddities composed the sum of the newsE=mc2Was another weirdSign of the existence of the Jews. And Paris! All afternoon in someone’s atticWe lifted our glassesAnd drank to the assesWho ran the world and turned neurotic. Ours was a wonderful part,Everyone threw rice,The fattest girls were nice,The world was rich in wisecracks and confetti. The war was a first wide, somebody’s blunder.Who was right, who lose,Held nobody’s interest,The dog on top was as bad as the dog under. Sometimes after whiskey, at the break of day,There was a traceOf puzzlement on a face,Face of blue nights that kept bleaching away. Look back on it all—the faraway cost,Crash and sweet blue(Oh Hiroshima, Oh Jews)—No generation was so gay as the lost. Photo by Sarah Barrett, http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/212
14. METRUM V. Henry Vaughn (1621-95) http://www.archive.org/stream/worksofhenryvaug01vauguoft/worksofhenryvaug01vauguoft_djvu.txt The daring sailor with his slaves Then had not cut the swelling waves, Nor for desire of foreign store Seen any but his native shore. No stirring drum had scarr'd that age, Nor the shrill trumpet's active rage. No wounds by bitter hatred made With warm blood soil'd the shining blade ; For how could hostile madness arm An age of love, to public harm ? When common justice none withstood, Nor sought rewards for spilling blood. O that at length our age would raise Into the temper of those days ! But — worse than Etna's fires ! — debate And avarice inflame our State. Alas ! who was it that first found Gold, hid of purpose under ground. That sought our pearls, and div'd to find Such precious perils for mankind! Happy that first white age ! when we Lived by the Earth's mere charity. No soft luxurious diet then Had effeminated men, No other meat, nor wine had any Than the coarse mast, or simple honey, And by the parents' care laid up Cheap berries did the children sup. No pompous wear was in those days Of gummy silks, or scarlet baize, Their beds were on some flow'ry brink, And clear spring-water was their drink. The shady pine in the sun's heat Was their cool and known retreat, For then 'twas not cut down, but stood The youth and glory of the wood.