Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 11/11/18

Today’s Helen Vahdati has given us the promo Soul for Song Lyric Sunday.

Today is Remembrance Sunday. I like so many others have written about remembering and honouring the dead of war.

Children are our souls, our future so today I have chosen War Child from the Cranberries.

The words say it all so please read them. The video is painful to watch but it’s all true.

“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?

Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.

War child. [

Not the A to Z April Challenge : Windows to the soul

Eyes truly  the windows to the soul

Always open to suggestion

Views of  beauty , views of  pain

Windows  show you the whole

Stained or crystal clear

Clear see through pane

Open fear

See here

Clear

 

Musical Theme: Freedom

Today’s  theme is Freedom, so I have found  what I feel expresses freedom in  all it’s  for. Freedom  of love , the mind , the soul  and the body.

I hope I have dug  deep enough. The posts should be self explanatory.

Freedom Fortunes

cry Freedom
Cry Freedom is a 1987 British drama film directed by Richard Attenborough, set in the late 1970s, during the apartheid era
of South Africa. The screenplay was written by John Briley based on a pair of books by journalist Donald Woods.
The film centres on the real-life events involving black activist Steve Biko and his friend Donald Woods,
who initially finds him destructive, and attempts to understand his way of life. Denzel Washington stars as Biko,
while actor Kevin Kline portrays Woods. Cry Freedom delves into the ideas of discrimination, political corruption, and the
repercussions of violence. read more here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cry_Freedom

Roots
Colonial times[edit]
In The Gambia, West Africa, in 1750 Kunta Kinte is born to Omoro Kinte (Thalmus Rasulala), a Mandinka warrior,
and his wife, Binta (Cicely Tyson). When Kunta (LeVar Burton) reaches the age of 15, he and a group of other
adolescent boys take part in tribal manhood training, ending with a ceremony, after which they become recognized
as men and Mandinka warriors. While trying to carry out a task to catch a bird and take it home unharmed, Kunta
sees white men carrying firearms, along with their black collaborators. Later, while fetching wood outside his
village to make a drum for his younger brother, Kunta is captured by black collaborators under the direction of white men.
He is then sold to a slave trader and placed aboard a ship under the command of Capt. Thomas Davies (Edward Asner) for a
three-month journey to Colonial America. During the voyage a group of rebels among the human cargo try but fail to stage
a mutiny and to take over the ship.

The ship eventually arrives in Annapolis, Maryland, where the captured Africans are sold at auction as slaves. John Reynolds
(Lorne Greene), a plantation owner from Spotsylvania County, Virginia, near Fredericksburg, buys Kunta and gives him the name
Toby. Reynolds assigns an older slave, Fiddler (Louis Gossett Jr.), to teach Kunta to speak English and to train him in the ways
of living and working as a chattel slave. Kunta, in a persistent struggle to become free again, makes several unsuccessful
attempts to escape. Additionally, to preserve his Mandinka heritage and maintain his Mandinka roots, he does not want to change
his name. An overseer, Ames (Vic Morrow) gathers the slaves and directs one of them to whip Kunta after his latest attempt to
escape and to continue whipping him until he finally acknowledges his new name.
read more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roots_(TV_miniseries)

For events that occur in 1775, between the above period and the post-Revolutionary War, where the next section begins,
see Roots: The Gift

Mother Freedom Bread.

Freedom Eddie James

Give me back my Freedom, Peter Green

DESMOND DEKKER The Isaelite

Also visit

http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/freedom-music-theme-for-november-17/
http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/the-sounds-of-freedom-musical-theme-for-november-17/#like-3373

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/music-themes-oh-freedom/

for more .

The Window to the Soul

The window to the soul , your eyes are the window to your soul.

My father always told me, look into peoples eyes

The truth will always be there, look carefully the answer will be whole.

The hand can distract , the mouth can  tell you lies

The truth will always be there, look deep and you will see

The love, the hate , the hopes, the need to kept or set free.

 

A  smile can be soft, and gentle a rush of gentle care

The eyes must mirror that smile for it to be true

If the eyes are not smiling then true feeling is not there

So if the whole face is not reacting there is nothing there for you.

ooo2

 

 

 

The window to the soul honest true and whole I believe my dad no truer words were ever told.

 

 

 

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