On this day :
1957 Althea Gibson is first African American to win Wimbledon, 1775 Congress issues a Declaration on the Causes and Necessity of Taking Up Arms, 1958 Juan Manuel Fangio bids goodbye to Grand Prix racing in France, 1864 Confederate General Jubal Early occupies Hagerstown, 1963 US policymakers express optimism, 1946 George Bugs Moran is arrested, 1988 Explosion on North Sea oil rig, 1942 Frank family takes refuge, 1944 The Hartford Circus Fire, 1967 Civil war in Nigeria, 1971 Satchmo dies, 1976 Women inducted into US Naval Academy, 1994 Forrest Gump opens wins Hanks a second Oscar, 1935 Dalai Lama leader of Tibet and bestselling author is born, 1957 John meets Paul for the first time, 1862 Mark Twain begins reporting in Virginia City, 1946 George Walker Bush is born, 1933 Major League Baseballs first AllStar Game is held, 1957 Althea Gibson wins Wimbledon, 1955 Diem says South Vietnam not bound by Geneva Agreements, 1964 Viet Cong attack Special Forces at Nam Dong, 1918 Czech troops take Russian port of Vladivostok for Allies, 1944 Georges Mandel French patriot is executed,

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True Politics

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We often wonder,


What 'Politics' implies?


Is it what we sense around?


Or is it much more, or less?

 

Crises gibe,


Vaults ring,


Coins cling,


Eagles aviate soaring heights,


Demented vultures don't crave any more,


And people gloss their huts' bright,


Politics thus fares.

 

Undue deposits gratify Banks,


Loans amass, common men all frail,


Vehicles pass cursorily,
Illustrative ones drop in regularly and chaffer,


'Formidably decrepit' promises foretell a reign,


All seasons pass, yielding to the next,


Not a devolution among equals anyways,


'DEBILITIES forever remain DEBILITIES',


Unless we initiate, to tend to ourselves.

 

I know of him,


I know of her,


I know of my neighbour,


I know of his aunt,


But, don't ask me of my home-coz I'll fail,


I know none of me, or of my Mom and Dad,


But I've cognized the trends well, can discern a nation,


Mostly blind, and crudely dumb,


Still shall I pass for an ample path leader,


Uncloaked, beneficial subterfuge.

 

So what's the true one?


What's true revolution?


I suppose-It's the way how,


We attain a living for ourselves!


It's the way how you live up to-


Your allegiances, and burnish,


Your own homes bright!

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