Bron Kozakiewicz

Some devote their lives to God and to Christ,
But mine is devoted to animal rights.
Some people don't think animals have any rights,
But then some think rights are only for whites.
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I have lived on our capital's streets,
And spent my days begging at Londoner's feet.
They won't help you up when you are down and out,
The only way back is to shout and to shout,
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A long time ago, At least it seems that way,
I met you on a bright sunny day.
When our eyes met I knew it was right,
And we talked and talked right into the night.
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Someone to share the good times and bad,
Someone to cheer you up when you're feeling sad,
Someone to listen when you need a good moan,
Someone to say " I love you" over the 'phone,
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I'd like to be cruel,
But I don't know how.

I'd like to hurt you,
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A beauty like yours is hard to compare,
So I shouldn't even try.
But when I am with you it's like walking on air,
And I'm so happy that I could cry.
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Please don't ever say you love me,
Because I just couldn't deal with that.
It's not that I don't want your love,
I could take any amount of that.
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How many times will she bang on that floor?
I wish someone, ANYONE would come to my door.
Much as I love her, I need some relief,
From "Please bring me a cuppa" or "Where are my teeth? ".
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There are thousands of carers
Hidden behind closed doors,
Who never get a notice,
Or even a thought.
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Oh, How I wish it were night,
So that in the darkness I could hide.
And no one could look and see my tears,
Or tell by my face that I am so full of fear.
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How many more fiends must I lose to drugs?
I am tired of being told that someone has just died,
Because in their lives there weren't enough hugs,
And because they craved happiness from the drugs they had tried.
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To take a walk in the country and to see the deer at play,
These are some of the finer things that make up a perfect day.
To hear the birds singing high in the sky
And the soft gentle drone of a dragonfly.
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Why the hell are our troops in Afghanistan?
Why the hell are they in Iraq?
How many more people's hearts are to break,
As their loved ones in coffins keep being brought back?
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Oh how I've missed you for such a long time,
How I long for those moments when you were all mine.
I will never forget your beauty and grace,
Or the close ups I had of your exquisite face.
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We all think we're different,
But we are all just the same.
Okay we might all seem unique,
And we nearly all have different names.
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Soon my life is going to end,
I know that I shall fade away.
But please all you good, kind men,
Help my children to see another day.
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Here I go, on another trip... A better one this time?
Well it started at six, or was it seven? And now it's half past nine.
Just look at all those silver leaves dancing on the trees,
They shimmer in the moonlight and play upon the breeze.
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You are a good and true friend indeed,
Which is exactly the kind of friend I really need.
You're such a tonic when I'm feeling down,
And I always feel great when you are around.
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I am not sorry for my poems of pain,
It's what I know best and my sources won't drain.
Wherever you look there's always some hurt,
Whether it's here in our land or the dry African dirt.
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