An Undeserving Fool

An Undeserving Fool

I might be a fool with no talent at all, but does that give you the right to deprive me of dignity and autonomy. You have injected as much misery in me just because you can and you will! Does the undeserving require less to survive? I am still a human that requires respect, love and warmth to survive. Drifting from place to place away from home, I wish to find tranquility. Yet, the society continues to prosecute me just because I am worthless and defenseless. I ponder in my mind when I will find tranquility and a home for a fool like me. Is a fool destined to be prosecuted and deprived of human rights?

Diva Miller Smith

5-12-2010

Life as an Honest Man

Life as an Honest Man

            It is a shame to be an honest man in the modern society where the outcome is the number one priority. No one cares about the input any more. Hard work is a thing of the past. Welcome to the new world where people will do nothing to achieve their goals. This is illustrated in the cheating rate in my high school, but could you blame them for cheating? After all, the society only wants result. I as an honest man who do not cheat is prosecuted by the society for not cheating.  Who should I blame the society or myself for not cheating? The most shameful of all is that teachers, former cheaters, are condemning students for cheating. One might ask how could a hypocrite be convincing? The world has become such a disgraceful place to dwell in!

Diva Miller Smith

2-12-2010

Funeral March

Funeral March
You fell in the fatal fight
For the liberty of the people, for the honor of the people.
You gave up your lives and everything dear to you,
You suffered in horrible prisons,
You went to exile in chains ....
Without a word you carried your chains because you could not ignored your suffering brothers,
Because you believed that justice is stronger than the sword...
The time will come when your surrendered life will count.
That time is near; when tyranny falls the people will rise, great and free!
Farewell, brothers, you chose a noble path,
At your grave we swear to fight, to work for freedom and the people's happiness..

Part of the song Funeral march cut version in Ten Days that Shook the World page 133-134

Letter of Eli

I would like to apologize that I have so much rage in my mind, but it is you, the society, who is accountable for who I am. I am the shadow and the product of the repressive society. Deprived me of fair treatment and equip opportunity, I have only one option to fight and to educate the society how to value: to love and to respect your fellow men. It is true that I am a coward; however, you are equally as cowardly as I do. You as a group as including my family who has neglected my feelings: do you know how it is like to be torch alive? It is I who is accountable for enduring the pain that enable you to have an enjoyable life. Do you know agony of being the bottom of the society? There is no love, no respect and no autonomy for people like me.

                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                         Diva Miller Smith

                                                                                                                                                            3-7-2010

Criminals are Made Not Born

Criminals are Made Not Born

            Many of us have conceived that criminal characteristics are innate. This does not contain a vestige of truth. Criminals are often the result and the product of the oppressive society. Distinctiveness from the society is common trait amongst criminals. It is through their “uniqueness” that they are often isolated by the society. As a result, they begin to form racial ideology. With the help and support of the unjust society, they explode. The society is the blasting cap for criminal.                                                                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                                                                    Diva Miller Smith                                                                                                                                                                                          26-8-2010

My Dream

My Dream

            My dream is to live in a place where I can find tranquility. It is a place where I am the only one exists, existing without a name or an identity. Cattle, sheep and rabbits are my only companion in my paradise. Petting their soft skin, I find a sense of happiness and togetherness. They are my true family that concerns about me. Looking across the horizon, I can feel the warmness of the sun and the beauty of nature.

Diva Miller Smith

24-11-2010