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Andrew Roza Poem
If you can tear down those walls
And remain within them
And be that friend to all
When those walls are overrun
And being oppressed from outside
And never being that from within
And never forsake any other
Then you are a better human being
For living within those walls
And feeling first - and knowing more
Then you are for tearing them down
And becoming anything less
then you would become - being without them.
Copyright © Andrew Roza | Year Posted 2010
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Andrew Roza Poem
When the river flows,
The stream glows,
Down the watercourse,
Through the natural channel,
The earth becomes its force.
When the river flows,
Beneath the falling waterfall,
Their the light transcends,
The fine array of each watercolour
Like a artist using his pallet,
To create a masterpiece.
Where students learn,
How master's shine,
Their they stand in awe,
In a winters war,
Through the conduit of time.
The river flows, and goes further,
From once that river flowed, and came.
There the river flows,
There the river lives.
I had to take lines because I realised it was only 20 lines max! so it may not fit together.
Copyright © Andrew Roza | Year Posted 2010
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Andrew Roza Poem
Yours is the earth! And that is our expectation of you,
For you to express that promise in becoming that person,
Without holding back, expect the will! That speaks to you in not so many words.
That says to you "Can you become that person in this world or not?
And answer that one question all have come to ask since time began,
Is this world enough for you? Is this earth something you can make your own?
Then if you can answer that one question all have asked then yours is the earth,
And you are better for knowing it then you are for being nothing within it.
Copyright © Andrew Roza | Year Posted 2010
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Andrew Roza Poem
You just have to endure how you feel inside,
And reflect in another light, but darkness.
It's your own private hell,
And only you have to live with it.
If you can not breath; what you dream,
Then do not aim, in what you can not beat.
Copyright © Andrew Roza | Year Posted 2010
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Andrew Roza Poem
If you can fear being a man,
And fear being heard,
And fear being hurt,
Then ask yourself one question,
Which goes beyond all else,
And which is your basic human right.
What kind of men,
Lives with the fear of being human,
What kind of men think being without hope,
Is being free;
Except the human will;
That says "we are all accountable"
Whether we let others wrongs live inside us,
Or whether we hold onto all that good inside all of us,
Without letting go, without abating for just one second.
When all we have left inside us, is that will to keep on fighting;
When that humane struggle was less human; but more inhumane;
At least we can say " we never lost what it meant to be human.
When death was the only living truth we had to call are own,
At least we can reach that end knowing we tried all the same.
Copyright © Andrew Roza | Year Posted 2010
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