On Top of The hill
I saw the sky for
The first time
I loved
All the color
but I rather
Have lost time
I would
Play it back
One prime act
after another
then again
What do i lack
I well never
be sorry
why
worry
I live
on the top
of the hill
gold coin rain drops
hit it hard baby!
Lagartijo
Ronoso
Judgment
The weapon of choice
Shadows of many Cultures
Over shadowed
By priority
Location of wealth
Protected
Others labeled
Dead and can be buried
Choice where?
Politics and the
Imprison
mind
People are
Rusty tin
or gold
The gold
On top of
the hill
Can't be stop
in every case
blindness with lies
The rusty tin
believe the lies
then lost
Rights and
Gain poverty
this true story
echoed
Over and over
In our history
Adan7777
This poem is about a hard working country losing
identity because for to long we believed that the boys club on top of the hill were fight to keep the red white blue strong instead of a sale of our company's and sending generations of our lively hood out to sea