Pushing The Rock Up The Hill
I declare by this aching back and sore feet
That the sweat of my brow is not so sweet
I saw Sisyphus body slam Jesus
And since then, before the final amen there was them and us
Rosa Parks, skin so dark, refused to sit at the back of the
bus
Now we get jet airplanes in Dubai
And B-1 bombers a billion of pop that don’t fly
And the boulder on my shoulder is getting bolder
Every second the universe is cursed getting older
Shouldn’t we digress and express the blessing
Where in time is the crime, I stand only guessing
Inch by inch becomes a mile without a smile
Sensational darling love that poetic style
Climb, climb, climb
Rhyme, rhyme, free verse
See this all but a metaphor
But what for?
Birthday wishes for a dear Facebook friend name Bruce
Turn up the candles twist the fire of desire loose
Life is meant for the living, no excuse
We all have our moments of abuse
Dreams come true
I met her and she/he met you
Pushing the rock up the hill
And I suppose I always will
Pushing the rock up the hill
Still
You can always enjoy the view
Engraved in stone God’s will
Thou shall not kill
But heads of rock may shock
And if the hill is steep
That faithful promise they cannot keep
Don’t let that evil rock roll down
United at the zenith we collect our laurel crown
Peace, peace, be still
Pushing the rock up the hill
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