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Sep 2012
Part I: Wendy

When did all this begin?
When did we stop caring, stop hurting, stop bleeding?
When did we rip our hearts out and replace it with something devoid of feeling?
When did we grow contempt of everything we see but the one in the mirror staring?
When did we stop seeing people as people, not just another competition in breathing?
When did we become murders of love with all of this hating?
When did we all cease to be human beings?

Part II: Steven

Enough with all this selfishness, all this me first than you,
        where more is given to the many, and less is given to the few.
Must we act like dogs when they throw us a bone or two,
        or must we behave like humans do?

Stop wasting what you have and wanting what you don't,
        in others, it seems to satisfy, but in reality, it won't.

Let go of all this foolish anger, of all this pointless hate,
        for it grows larger by the hour until you get crushed under its weight.
There's nothing a little love can't compensate,
        and forgiveness is never too late.

Think of others, and only take what you need,
        'though your mouth may be the biggest, it's not the only one to feed.

Get down from that high horse, that pedestal you are standing on,
        for all your talk is cheap, and all it ever does is make us yawn.
We were all created the same, brains and brawn,
        and you are just another lowly pawn.

Don't get blinded by desire, for you will never know
        that a single night could forever ruin your tomorrow.

It's time to take action; there's no time to wait,
        for nothing is accomplished when all we do is procrastinate.
Take a look around; there is no later date,
        so let your love be strong enough to motivate.

Part III: Altair*

We may not be able to make a difference to the world,
but we sure could make a difference on individuals' lives,
and perhaps, what we need is a little bit of foolishness
to help us believe that we could do it,
that we could make a change,
that everything's not lost,
that there's still hope left.


Maybe we could still alter the ending...
Lamar A Moorclark
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