Charles Lara


Roofs


On top of the world
You see
envy
greed
lust
poverty
pain
p romises
pleasures
and God is standing right behind you...
Holler over mountains
bother over no regets
forget the teeming silence
and broken smiles on wine...
no one counts after one
miles and miles of
every where in the same place.
On top of the world
you see
castles on fire
starvation feeding infants
wars with same endings
fools on same shit
rolling off daggers
stepping on loud mines
and God is holding up your mirror
reflecting trees in the soil of now
before weather changes
to once again paint the view
from the roof top of life...

Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006
Edited: Monday, June 19, 2006

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