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Andy Hird Poem
Cycle of life or death
Climb all the way to the top of the heavens.
True humanity where have you gone?
Fall back down to the bowels of the earth.
True humanity where do you hide?
Climb all the way to the top of the heavens.
True humanity why have you abandoned us?
Fall back down to the bowels of the earth.
True humanity what have we done to anger you?
Have you abandoned us for good, or will you rise like the phoenix.
Cycle of life or death
Rev Andy 4/7 07
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Children of the night
Lost in the daylight, alive in the night
Who are the children of the night?
They roam our cities, like packs of wolves
Hungry for love, never getting full
Misused, abused, hated, and scorned
Always sad, hopeless, and forlorn
Where do they come from, who was their spawn?
Will they ever feel that they belong?
Unto the night, a culture they create
One of sorrow, shame, and hate
What is their future, what is their past?
How long can we allow this inhumanity to last?
Rev. Andy 2005
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Human life
It should be gentile, it should be sweet.
It should teem with love, and fill with joy.
It should be heartfelt, where sharing abounds.
A true collective, at last utopia you are found.
Instead we are mired, in a boiling sea of inhumanity.
Stuck in a man made hell, where human life has no meaning.
A planet full of riches, available only to the chosen.
A life full of greed, power,hate,competition, and death.
We are like mindless moths, swarming toward a bright light.
Where like morons, we plunge head first into the hell of inhumanity.
Apathy rules as we compete, to fall on our knees and kiss the ruler’s feet.
Helping to bring the world to its knees, house slaves doing the rulers deeds.
We killed, tortured, and imprisoned, those who spoke.
The heroes who warned us this was no joke.
Now we have no one to blame but ourselves.
Human life had a chance, no one listened, they just danced.
Rev Andy 06/14/05
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Apathy
The smell of death is in the air
Violence and destruction loom everywhere
The earth quakes with fire and fear
Why don’t I care?
Power and greed corrupt the spirit
Those who rule,enslave the mind
People rush like they are running out of time
Why don’t I care?
Freedom and justice are dead everywhere
Our rights are suspended and tossed in the air
Prisons become homes for the forgotten
Humanity has become totality rotten
Why don’t I care?
They come for us one by one, in the dead of the night
No more to be seen, no longer to fight
Now the hour is late, and no voice matters
I did not care
Rev. Andy 2005
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Homeless
No place to call my own, no where to have a home
I live in the streets, dirt and filth beneath my feet
Occasionally into the shelters I can stay
Where if I kiss their Asses they let me stay
I AM HOMELESS
There is no trust in the dark and dreary streets
For over my shoulder I am always looking
Ever afraid of what danger might be lurking
Just living is not an option for me, only survival is the key
I AM HOMELESS
Into the streets come the fakes and the phonies
Social, religious and do goodiers too, all shower me with false love
Forcing me to give in to all their causes
Never hearing or understanding my anguished pleas
I AM HOMELESS
Those who are in the know, say I don’t want to have a home
They say I like to roam and be free
That is not true, I do want a home and to be clean
To make a difference in a world so mean
I DO NOT WANT TO BE HOMELESS
But society is cruel, non-caring and elite
The world they have created, just can not be
Unless they make sure, they have people like me
In order to keep the world the way that it is, I cannot be freed
I MUST BE HOMELESS
Rev Andy 4/5/05
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