Oratorical Declamation

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He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.

"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"

Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.

A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."

Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."

He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."

He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."

He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."

The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."

He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."

With that, it spread its wings and left

Posted by Tristan!!!

He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.

"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"

Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.

A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."

Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."

He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."

He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."

He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."

The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."

He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."

With that, it spread its wings and left

Posted by Tristan!!!

this is the copy from all about Justine in multiply.com

"I've been stood up on my wedding day"

I've been stood up on my wedding day! Have you thought of anything more tragic than that? Here comes the bride, all dressed in white!" - - but where is the groom? My Jonathan?

Father's eyes were apprehensive - - "Madeline - - this is preposterous! - - - Didn't I warn you? Is this what you call maturity and independence at eighteen? I guess we better hurry home!"

But this is not how playwrights picture love. Romeo died for Juliet, Pyramus for Thisbe, Han Suyen called it a many splendored thing!" - - - And Princess Margaret gave up the crown for love!

Jonathan - - - wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of my plight! I remember how I fought Father and Mother when first they refused our young engagement. But how we talked to them about independence and youth's self-reliance - - - of the new breed, ready, willing and able not only to vote at eighteen but also get married at eighteen.

I imagine what my gangmates would say - - - "Poor Madeline, she was almost a bride - - -!" "Jonathan must have found out that she's a square!" And all Mother can say is - - "This is most embarrassing!"

Indeed, it is. I should have joined the crusaders for blessed singleness. I should have noted what my father confessor, Fr. Martin, said when I talked about Jonathan and marriage. "Madeline, you're not ready for it. I guess you have to listen to your parents this time!" But I didn't!" I was like a spoiled and stubborn child immensely carried away by the now-generations' indefatigable cry for self-assertion! I was like Jane Fonda speaking for the women's lib movement.

That phone keeps on ringing. Alright, Mother, alright, I'm answering it. Hello - - - Hello - - - Hello!! Don't you darling me Mr. Jonathan Anderson - - - may I be privileged to know where were you at nine o'clock sharp this morning? What? Do you know what you did? Well - - - if you don't - - - then, you'll never knew!!!

I've been stood up on my wedding day because my groom forgot and fell asleep. Marriage at eighteen - - - how do you like that?

the Congo

Musilini

JFK

Malcom X

others include : sojourner truth "ain't i a woman" , john f Kennedy "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country", Kevin Rudd "sorry speech" to the stolen generation,

Franklin Roosevelt's "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." inaugural address

Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech

John F. Kennedy's inaugural address

Richard Nixon's "Checkers" speech

John F. Kennedy's "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech

Ronald Reagan's "Tear down this wall!" speech

I found this when I was searching for a declamation speech

Land of Bondage, Land of the Free

Once upon a time, the Tao owned a piece of land. It was all he owned. But he cherished it, for it gave him three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all, and liberty, and happiness.

Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The Tao paid tribute. And he was silent - he was certain that he was still the master of his land.

The Spaniard became rich. But with riches, evil entered into him and he came to the Tao a second time. He read to the Tao a formidable document saying: "According to this decreto real, which unfortunately you cannot read, this that you have been paying me is not tribute but rent, for the land is not yours but mine."The Tao paid tribute and said nothing … He ceased to be a freeman. He became a serf. Still the Tao held his peace. The rent went up and up. The Tao starved.

And this time at last he spoke. Not in words, but with that rustic instrument with which he cleared the land once his own - the bolo. He transformed it from an instrument of tillage to an instrument of death, and with it drove away the stranger. Then he returned to his field saying: "Now indeed shall I again be master of this land, once my own, but stolen from me by the trickery of quicker wits than mine."

But the Tao was wrong. For the land had another master. This time not a stranger, but his own countryman grown rich. The Tao had a new name, kasama, which to us means partner, but which to the Tao meant still a slave, for once more he suffered from his countrymen the same things he had suffered from the stranger: the rents, the usury, and all the rest of it.

Yes, the Tao returned to his field thinking that he was free. But he soon discovered that he was still a prisoner. His prison, a two-room shack, rent by every wind, without any comforts, except that three families have there the privilege to starve. The Tao's home has become his very prison. Its doors, if you can call them such, are wide open. It is a prison nonetheless. For the Tao is bound to it, not with chains of steel, but with a stronger chain - his honor. To this day, the Tao remains a slave, a prisoner of the usurer.

No wonder, then that Tao, being a slave, has acquired the habits of a slave. No wonder that after three centuries in chains, without freedom, without hope, he should lose the erect and fearless posture of the freeman, and become the bent, misshapen, indolent, vicious, pitiful thing that he is! Who dares accuse him, who dares rise up in judgment against this man, reduced to this sub-human level by three centuries of oppression. The Tao does not come here tonight to be judged - but to judge! Hear then his accusation and his sentence:

I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to bear.

I indict the usurer for saddling me with debts impossible to pay.

I indict the irresponsible radical leaders who undermine, with insidious eloquence, the confidence of my kind in our government.

You accuse me of not supporting my family. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.

You accuse me of ignorance. But I am ignorant because my master finds it profitable to keep me ignorant. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.

You accuse me of indolence. But I am indolent not because I have no will, but because I have no hope. Why should I labor, if all the fruits of my labor go to pay an unpayable debt. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.

Give me land. Land to own. Land unbeholden to any tyrant. Land that will be free. Give me land for I am starving. Give me land that my children may not die. Sell it to me, sell it to me at a fair price, as one freeman sells to another and not as a usurer sells to a slave. I am poor, but I will pay it! I will work, work until I fall from weariness for my privilege, for my inalienable right to be free!

BUT IF YOU WILL NOT GRANT ME THIS … If you will not grant me this last request, this ultimate demand, then build a wall around your home … build it high! … build it strong! Place a sentry on every parapet! … for I who have been silent these three hundred years will come in the night when you are feasting, with my cry and my bolo at your door. And may God have mercy on your soul!