Dalit is a designation for a group of people traditionally regarded as untouchable. Dalits are a mixed population, consisting of numerous castes from all over South Asia; they speak a variety of languages and practice a multitude of religions.
There are many different names proposed for defining this group of people including Panchamas ("fifth" varna), and Asprushya ("untouchables").[citation needed]
In 2001, the proportion of Dalit population was 16.2 percent of India's total population. The Dalit population is broadly distributed across Indian states and districts. In 2001, the state of Punjab had the highest proportion of its population as Dalit, at about 29 percent, and the state of Mizoram had the lowest at nearly zero. The government of India recognises and protects them as Scheduled Castes. The term Dalit has been interchangeably used with term Scheduled Castes, and these terms include all historically discriminated lowest castes of India such as Shudras and Untouchables.
While discrimination based on caste has been prohibited and untouchability abolished under the Constitution of India, discrimination and prejudice against Dalits in South Asia remains. Since 1947 - its independence - India has implemented a policy of positive discrimination, the scope of which was further expanded in 1974, to set aside and provide jobs and education opportunities to Dalits. By 1995, of all jobs in India, 17.2 percent of the jobs were held by Dalits, greater than their proportion in Indian population. In 1997, India democratically elected K. R. Narayanan, a Dalit, as the nation's President. Many social organisations too have proactively promoted better conditions for Dalits through improved education, health and employment.
Julio Nakpil (22 May 1867 - 2 November 1960) was a Philippine composer who also fought in the Philippine Revolution.
Julio Nakpil was born as one of twelve children to a well-off family in Quiapo district of Manila. His parents withdrew him from formal schooling after two years and had him look over the family stable. Julio educated himself at home and eventually learned how to play the piano as was proper for traditional families during the time. His skill at the piano earned him an audience with the affluent, and later inspired him to compose his first piece - a polka - in 1888. Julio later became a piano teacher and composed regularly.
During the Philippine Revolution, Julio served as a commander for revolutionary troops in the northern Philippines under Andrés Bonifacio.
Many of Julio's compositions during this time were inspired directly by the Revolution. Julio also composed a candidate for the Philippine national anthem preferred by Bonifacio but was ultimately rejected for Lupang Hinirang. After Emilio Aguinaldo allegedly ordered Bonifacio executed, Nakpil claimed to have received threats on his own life as well as that of General Antonio Luna, the latter ending up betrayed and executed by Aguinaldo's men.
We welcome your new era with seated ovations
Celebrate your manifest destiny
Move us a little further, we are too near thee
Indoctrinate our children in your ways, where truth are
lies
Helplessly lost without the written word, you will make
them forget
Claim our hills and mountains
In which our fathers bones dwell
Sell what you cannot own
Silence what you do not comprehend
Your heaven
My safe place
That river will flood again
Your remorse
My anger
Tie bonds across all hope I know
Rejection
Breeding consequence
And bury
The coils of my doom
Reborn | Revival
Reliving my nightmare made flesh
I'm guiding the truth
To the shores of innocence
Compulsive apathy (breathe)
Indifferent insanity (converge)
Objection is endless (maintain)
But ruthlessly in vain (escape)
Compassion
Stay with me tonight
Together we will reap the harvest
My full moon, a metamorphosis in red
A sphere of too deep awareness
Struck a nerve
Embrace the pain
My fierce rite of passage
Dig deeper my vengeance
My lips devouring your seed
My scars
Transcending
I reap the flesh of a stillborn spirit
Exhale nakedness of all dying moments
Memories of intoxications
Floating in my veins
Remorse the fading ghost
The cup of every sorrow
Imperfection reborn
Inflicted human stain
Out of pages
Out of time
Out of life
Coerce resistance
Enforce control
Silence, sweet venom
Tranquilize
Our pain
Deception of life
Your river runs through me
Desire of hearts
I call upon you now
Sweet childhood
My Uriah
Your dreams
I feast upon their visions
My sacrifice
Burning slowly
Upon the altar
Of my completion
Disabled hope
A complete rejection
The last of tears
Drawn toward inevitable end
In the name of a broken promise
I am solitude incarnate
Exhale rewind
Force descending
My heaven of shame
Suppressing escape
In his name I curse every moment
My blessings burnt upon the altar
Each enclosing step brings him closer to heaven
Closer to my rapture
At a distance I see
Beauty turns sour
Sweetness envenomed
Injected in me
All hope is here with me now
We fade within cold arms tonight
My days they linger
How long tonight?
May all chidren wither
Before these arms
Mourning silence
Amend with me
Unlock the gates and
Flood my haven
On scarlet wings
Above the abyss
One more escape
Upon intial contact with Ice-T's music,
I had envisioned him to be an ill-
Mannered and psychologically
Unstable man with an extremely
Uneducated and barbaric
Frame of mind, whose raps displayed
Nothing but ridiculous jaargon,
Shocking sexual audacity and
Repulsive images of the ghetto.
However, after further analysis of
His music I can deduce
That he is the epitome of
Antidisestblishmentarianism who
Embodies the entire spectrum of the
Urban experience and struggle.
But to make things more plain and
Simple to the lymn, I find Ice-T to be
The dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler
Gangster plyer hardcore
Motherfucker living today.
To be honest I'm totally and
Behold a tragic display
A spectacle of endless ruin
Cosmos, my empire
Crumbling to shards
I mourn the ashes of my temple
Defiled by many and scorned by many more
The hymns we sang
Now forgotten
The congregations spread to the winds
I shed the last shred of my dignity
As I walk the last pillar crumble
Now even the shell collapse
Losing definition
The ruins of my empire
My treasures the wealth of my empire
Turns to ashes in my mouth
I inhale the scent of a thousand tomorrows
We welcome your new era with seated ovations
Celebrate your manifest destiny
Move us a little further, we are too near thee
Indoctrinate our children in your ways, where truth are
lies
Helplessly lost without the written word, you will make
them forget
Claim our hills and mountains
In which our fathers bones dwell
Sell what you cannot own
Silence what you do not comprehend
In your pillory we rot