The Pretty Lizards.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

damn,
we work so
harder,

even the hardest
way possible

we cut trees
gather wood

we cut stones
made into blocks

we even have
to carve the stairs
step by step

we look forward
to getting up
on the top

we even shove
other bodies to
clear our way

someone is blessed
God made an elevator
and now he is
on top of this building

effortlessly, and
so special
he is resting to
view us

ants, worms,
pretty lizards...