Beauty
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A beauty I once see
A beauty that is free
A beauty to be by always I see
A beauty for me you'll always be.
A beauty not because you're black
A beauty not because you're white
A beauty not because you lack
Just that beauty that turns my darkness to light
A beauty you are I'll always admit
The beauty you are I'll always remit
Soft and tender from inside your heart
I hope and pray it never depart
Through young and Old a beauty you are
Through hard times and comfort tis beauty you share
Through rain and shine a beauty you've been
A lesson I've learnt beauty comes from within
Ulric Quee
9/2/2010
20 March 2010
Weed
Early morning Weed
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I woke up early morning by the sea
to a nice smell of some substance i can't see
sweet aroma i raise up my head to the sky
o how i feel so great and high
with the popping sounds of the seed
i then realise this was something indeed
burning through the fingers of a youthful breed
then i realise it was an early morning weed
cool as it may sound
this is something we can't rebound
the love for it is so profound
the love for weed will always abound
Multiple uses it has been researched upon
what's in these leaves that makes it so strong
not with any mixture we can rely on
It's natural the whole world can't be wrong
Ulric Quee
30/10/08
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I woke up early morning by the sea
to a nice smell of some substance i can't see
sweet aroma i raise up my head to the sky
o how i feel so great and high
with the popping sounds of the seed
i then realise this was something indeed
burning through the fingers of a youthful breed
then i realise it was an early morning weed
cool as it may sound
this is something we can't rebound
the love for it is so profound
the love for weed will always abound
Multiple uses it has been researched upon
what's in these leaves that makes it so strong
not with any mixture we can rely on
It's natural the whole world can't be wrong
Ulric Quee
30/10/08
Black
Black is beautiful
It's contradictorily pitiful
How it's been associated with all that's awful
Pain o pain this is so shameful
Black describes the best
Being black doesn't mean unrest
Tho life puts us to a test
One thing's for sure being black means blest
They say black is the bottom of human race
This is been shown as far back as history can trace
On our backs they put these vivid tracks
With whips and or anything we've suffer being blacks
On the backs of blacks all others have stand
Till to date blacks are stronger and have withstand
Bottom is sometimes the greatest of all things
With no bottom there is no top to anything
By: Ulric Quee
15/09/09
It's contradictorily pitiful
How it's been associated with all that's awful
Pain o pain this is so shameful
Black describes the best
Being black doesn't mean unrest
Tho life puts us to a test
One thing's for sure being black means blest
They say black is the bottom of human race
This is been shown as far back as history can trace
On our backs they put these vivid tracks
With whips and or anything we've suffer being blacks
On the backs of blacks all others have stand
Till to date blacks are stronger and have withstand
Bottom is sometimes the greatest of all things
With no bottom there is no top to anything
By: Ulric Quee
15/09/09
Victim
I Don't want to be a victim
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I don't want to be a victim of yesterday
I don't want to be a victim of the crimes today
I don't want to be a victim of drugs and guns
I am already a victim of life's daily runs
I don't want to be a victim and end being bullied
I don't want to be a victim end up in the street unburied
I don't want to be a victim living on drugs
I'm tired of being a victim and always one of the underdogs
I don't want to be a victim of the credit crunch
I don't want to be a victim like the unfortunate bunch
I don't want to be a victim of racism
I don't want to be a victim and end up in prison
I don't want to be a victim to be pulled from under the rubble
I don't want to be a victim surviving the daily struggle
I don't want to be a victim of circumstances
I'm already a victim of what life encompasses
I don't want to be a victim of the end of time
I don't want to be a victim broke without a dime
I don't want to be a victim of any ill-health
We all want to be a victim of love, happiness, good health & wealth
Ulric Quee
06/02/10
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I don't want to be a victim of yesterday
I don't want to be a victim of the crimes today
I don't want to be a victim of drugs and guns
I am already a victim of life's daily runs
I don't want to be a victim and end being bullied
I don't want to be a victim end up in the street unburied
I don't want to be a victim living on drugs
I'm tired of being a victim and always one of the underdogs
I don't want to be a victim of the credit crunch
I don't want to be a victim like the unfortunate bunch
I don't want to be a victim of racism
I don't want to be a victim and end up in prison
I don't want to be a victim to be pulled from under the rubble
I don't want to be a victim surviving the daily struggle
I don't want to be a victim of circumstances
I'm already a victim of what life encompasses
I don't want to be a victim of the end of time
I don't want to be a victim broke without a dime
I don't want to be a victim of any ill-health
We all want to be a victim of love, happiness, good health & wealth
Ulric Quee
06/02/10
Sierra Leone War in Review
SIERRA LEONE WAR IN REVIEW
In March 1991, the first shots were fired in the name of the fight against oppression, bad governance, and corrupt leaders. This list extended to every other aspect of bad government one can think of. In April 29 1992, “Tiger” came to town overthrew the “BAD” government in power. With the bad government deposed of and a popular one in its place, there was a great relief and people shouted with jubilation. The stated justification for the war was gone, but the smoke from the barrels didn’t stop.
As time went by and moments unfolded, things became clearer. The conflict took a new turn; a direction none anticipated and in total contrast to the reason it all first began. An era of total destruction commenced. Hell broke loose into a land that was once was the friendliest place you could think of; where people will give strangers their last food, give up their bed and take the floor. It was once a place of total hospitability.
For 10 years running it was death, burning, and destruction; leaving scars that will be seen for generations to come in this once “Athens of West African” heritage. Looking back to past times to see an explanation for all this, no reason can be found. Looking at the end of it all there is a lot to be learnt from what happened: many things to sleep over and reflect upon. When I took some time out to do so, this is what I see…
A plague was brought upon us and people suffered endlessly. Some will not recover until their souls are laid to rest. A few were taken to account in the name of “bringing the perpetrators to justice”. They were tried at the Special Court and charged with “bearing the greatest responsibility” for the atrocities. Have we asked ourselves are they really the only perpetrators? The “perpetrators” are also some of the people we come across everyday in public places, in our neighborhoods, and close to our homes. These are the people who were given a thank you package in the name of “Rehabilitation”, “Reintegration” and “Reconciliation Commission”. It seemed strange to me that they should be rewarded so.
The international community spent millions to bring certain individuals to justice. Why waste the money on “justice” whilst ignoring the needs of the victims? What of the people who ply the streets day in and day out begging to earn a living? Look at the sheds they call house, and look at the diseases they’re suffering living in these slums. Has anyone thought about them for a moment?
Should Sierra Leone need anything at the moment, it is a bridge from the nightmarish war to a better place. We have to say to our children, that a better place can be reached when Sierra Leoneans come together. We should say, this is our home so let us fix it the way we want it, this is my baby let me love her the way she deserves, and this is my all, let me give my all to get my all.
By:
Ulric Quee
In March 1991, the first shots were fired in the name of the fight against oppression, bad governance, and corrupt leaders. This list extended to every other aspect of bad government one can think of. In April 29 1992, “Tiger” came to town overthrew the “BAD” government in power. With the bad government deposed of and a popular one in its place, there was a great relief and people shouted with jubilation. The stated justification for the war was gone, but the smoke from the barrels didn’t stop.
As time went by and moments unfolded, things became clearer. The conflict took a new turn; a direction none anticipated and in total contrast to the reason it all first began. An era of total destruction commenced. Hell broke loose into a land that was once was the friendliest place you could think of; where people will give strangers their last food, give up their bed and take the floor. It was once a place of total hospitability.
For 10 years running it was death, burning, and destruction; leaving scars that will be seen for generations to come in this once “Athens of West African” heritage. Looking back to past times to see an explanation for all this, no reason can be found. Looking at the end of it all there is a lot to be learnt from what happened: many things to sleep over and reflect upon. When I took some time out to do so, this is what I see…
A plague was brought upon us and people suffered endlessly. Some will not recover until their souls are laid to rest. A few were taken to account in the name of “bringing the perpetrators to justice”. They were tried at the Special Court and charged with “bearing the greatest responsibility” for the atrocities. Have we asked ourselves are they really the only perpetrators? The “perpetrators” are also some of the people we come across everyday in public places, in our neighborhoods, and close to our homes. These are the people who were given a thank you package in the name of “Rehabilitation”, “Reintegration” and “Reconciliation Commission”. It seemed strange to me that they should be rewarded so.
The international community spent millions to bring certain individuals to justice. Why waste the money on “justice” whilst ignoring the needs of the victims? What of the people who ply the streets day in and day out begging to earn a living? Look at the sheds they call house, and look at the diseases they’re suffering living in these slums. Has anyone thought about them for a moment?
Should Sierra Leone need anything at the moment, it is a bridge from the nightmarish war to a better place. We have to say to our children, that a better place can be reached when Sierra Leoneans come together. We should say, this is our home so let us fix it the way we want it, this is my baby let me love her the way she deserves, and this is my all, let me give my all to get my all.
By:
Ulric Quee
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