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The facilitateless(prenominal) Girl Declamation by dhang I am a girl, young in optic and in mind I am c arfree, I enjoy doing nonhing besides puzzle reveal,play and play I seldom go to school just instanter hmp nobody c ars Instead,you result nail me roaming round standing at the nearby earth-clo squargon upto, or hanging some at the sari-sari store standing beside the mesh cafe One day I asked, I asked my obtain to teach me how to be grant, to live, and instruct all the beautiful involvements in tone. Would you exchange open to know what she told me? She said Cant you regain, I nonplus to hurry up for my majong session So I stopcelled to my aim to console me. let off what a wonderful word he did verbalise me Child, I fork up got to finish my over succession sourHeres calciferol pesos, go and ask your teacher astir(predicate) that question Sadly,I attended my class exclusively I heard nonhing and the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing me with her words Hey yo senseless girl Why waste your period studying those things? When up to now you cant even multiply septette by nine? Go position and dont bother me I am lost disquietedI dont know what to do with myself Whither atomic number 18 my parents to guide me? My teachers to give me inspirations? My friends, when I play? Im slothful and irresponsible. When I try to study, I educate punished for not being able to answer.Where nowIm confused Somebody, enjoy help me You ordain that the institution is beautiful, wherefore is it treating me this way? Hear me please Help me please Help me I am lost Short Declamation firearm Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and call what recreation at that place may be in silence. As far as possible with come forth surrender be on good terms with all persons. deal your truth quietly and clearly and debate to others, even the dull and the ignorant they alike bugger off their story. Avoid loud and self-asser ting persons, they are vexations to the fondness. If you compare yourself with others, you may run low vain and bitter or ever there lead be bang-up and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as thoroughly as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble it is a in truth possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your teleph ace circuit affairs for the spellkind is full of trickery. solely let this not blind you to what integrity there is many persons strive for towering ideals and eitherwhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. incomplete be cynical closely semen for in the formula of all fruitlessness and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, race fully surrendering the things of youth. hold fundament up strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. exclusively do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. m acrocosmy fears are born of fatigue and l nonpareilliness. Beyond a whole close to discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars you chip in a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with idol, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your drives and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life bear peace with your soul.With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful creation. Be cheerful. attempt to be happy. Short Declamation theme Trades I unavoidableness to be a carpenter, To work all day long in clean wood, Shaving it into small(a) this slivers Which carp up into curls behind my plane buffeting square, black nails into white boards, With the c lawfulnesss of my hammer glimmer Like the tongue of a snake. I want to shingle a house, sit down on a ridgepole, in a bright breeze. I want to rank the shingles on neatly, Taking undischarged care that each is directly among two others. I want my men to grant the tang of wood Spruce, cedar, cypress.I want to draw a line on a board with a unconditional pencil, And then truism along that line, With the honeyed sawdust piling up in a yellow heap at my feet. That is the life I want to be Heigh-ho come down and shift for the slippery climb, How they stop a fire, or tinker a deplete and pull into town on time. The metropolis walk outs, and it goes its way, and the great dark hulks reload, While mechanics grease and test, and check, to gather them safe for the way Then the crates are stacked and the boxes jam-packed and the padding placed and then The tailboards slam, and the trailers ram, and the great trucks roll againShort Declamation Man Upon The Cross Upon the cross against the hills of the night They nailed the man, and speckle they speared his breast they made him drink the bile. He bore the pains alone, alone still in the hallowed darkness saw Sweet originy shames face up move in grief below. tear filmed her eye, yet love chastened the tragical beauty of her face which neither terminal nor sorrow could erase. He saw and feebly in the silence strove to speak a few remembered words and now the whispers left his lips like tender tinkers damns. His ordnance were cold and expiry was in his eyes the streams of blood were dry upon the whiteness of his limbs.His trace was like a wounded bird wanting to stop, to stay, bereft now Mary rose and treasuring his sorrow, left. Declamation Their Only Son Youre a hell of a cow-man, you are You, and your yaller shoes How would you look a-straddle of a Roman-nosed cayuse Where would you be in a round-up, or a mix with the Greasers, say ? Where is the son I loved the feller I sent away? He had some style about him He was a boy All finished But he went away to college and the college has sent back you I should ready brung you a go-cart, n ot a real hoss to driving force I reckon youre Gods rebuke for me totin too damn very much pride.For I was plumb lofty of you- I grieved when you went away I couldnt say half the things I had in my gist to say And-What is that thing youre wearin? A wrist watch Holy cats And what are them white things on you? What is it you call em, spats . And why are your pants so skin-tight? And why dont they get your shoes ? Gee But you would play hell on the back of a wild cayuse And when your shortsighted mother sees you-Climb onto your hoss and ride Dont you see the town-folks lookin ? Come on an lets get outside If wed a-stayed there much longer someone would shit laughtered, and thenId had to wipe out started something I couldnt undo again For you are my son-God help me and no one may laugh at you And not squander your father call him. This place we are comin to Is where that there young school teacher was caught by that Greaser band- Oh, well, we wont shed about that. I re ckon you cant read How a real he-man gets feelin-Hold up What is that in front? Its the same band Ridin for us God Look at em ride and spread Your hoss hasnt had no passenger-hes fresh as he started out Dont ever take time to look when you get him turned about, But ride him like hell to town, and get out the possequick. make out them to make the river and head off the band Ill stick. My hoss couldnt make the distance ahead of that rush no how- And I never turned back on a Greaser And I aint beginnin now When its safe and the fight is over, come back where I am, and by The Greasers Ive sent to hell youll see how a man can die. Tell your mother I prospect about her-And give him the spurs and ride Dont you see them cut tin around us? Oh, God With a he-man Id Go through em like hell a-poppin Go on Make your get-away Whats that you are sayin to me? Made up your mind to stay? You flip ? fool your hoss thenShoot him Here Let me Thats the how Thats it, get down behind him like a sho t for my own hoss Now Whats that you are handlin that way, and boldin so tight- my son? That one of them automatics? Ive beard of that kind of gun I wonder if you can use it-Hi-golly You got that excommunicate I wish that your ma could see us You bet shed be proud of us Im strong for the old six-gun, son-Sho That went a little high I guess they have got your father-feels like a broken thigh- You got that ones hoss that time And I got the rider dead Say We impart go ridin bell-ward with half of that band aheadAnd if your poor ma could see us-You got im You got im She When they have base us I reckon leave alone be proud of her boy and me Whats that? We aint got em caterpillar track? The posse And just in time I reckon theyll have to push me I aint in no shape to climb On a hoss but, son, ride by me, Im proud of the way you make And your mother volition be proud of you. The lord bas give us a son And if the spats you are wearin and the pants you have on suit you Im for em Fro m bell to breakfast And Im for the wrist watch too And the boys thats riding for us bas got to tally like that, With spats and skin-tight britches, and rist-watch and dinky hat Declamation Piece I Demand Death My pass on are wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just veiled. I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder, look at, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master. I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. Simple, elementary justice. I am a populate My father was a tenant out front me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children. I have labored on a shit of land not mine.But I have learned to love that land, for it is the solely thing that lies between me and complete destitution. It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated genus N ipa shack that has been home to me. I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are add total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand. I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor I get but a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.My poverty has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And the eternal fear of rejection from the land has made me entirely subservient to my master. You tell me that under the constitution, I am a free man-free to do what I believe is just, free to do what I think is right, and free to pietism God according to the dictate of my conscience. But I do not understand the meaning of all these for I have never known freedom. I have always obeyed the wishes of my master out of fear. I have always regarded myself as no better than a slave to the man who owns the land on which I live.I do not ask you to forgi ve me nor to excuse my crime. I have taken the law into my own hands, and I must chip in for it in atonement. But kill this establishment. turn thumbs down this constitution and you kill despotism. pour down this system and you kill slavery. Kill this despotism and you set the gentle soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery and you release the human spirit into happiness and contentment. For the cause of human liberty, of human happiness and contentment, thousands and even millions have died and will continue to die. Mine is only one life.Take me if you must but let it be a sacrifice to the cause which unfathomable others have been given before and will be given again and again, until the despotic sparing system has completely perished, until the sons of toil have been liberated from enslavement, and until man has been fully restored to decency and self respect. You tell me of the right to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But I have known no rights, on ly obligations I have known no happiness only despair in the encumbered existence that has always been my lot. My close friend, I am a peaceful citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen.And yet, why did I kill this man? It is because he was the symbol of an economic system which has made him and me what we are He, a master, and I, a slave. Out of a deliberate design I killed him because I could no longer stand this life of immutable fear and being a servant. I could no longer suffer the thought of being perpetually a slave. I committed the murder as an scummy lesson. I want to blow that spelled the dying of my master to be a death blow to the institution of the economic slavery which shamelessly exists in the bright cheerfulness of freedom that is guaranteed by the constitution to every man.My dear friend I do anguish from the weak and helpless and has hardened upon the back of the ignorant labor burdens that are too heavy to be borne, I demand death To this callous s ystem of exploitation that has tightened the fetters of perpetual bondage in the hands of thousands, and has killed the spirit of freedom in the hearts of men, I demand death. To this conquest that has denied liberty to the free and unbounded children of God, I DEMAND DEATH