Roof My Childhood

There is the red-marron roof for peace
Where the end of the world lies on that hill.

My childhood is stored on the roof
It made me thought the world was beautiful
And there was no more after my sight.

The knowledge got in geography
The history of third world countries.

I've lost my innocence on all I know
This makes me think there is no good
Darkness, brownness, war and hot weather

Watching TV corrupts my mind
Powerful information is spreading

Not because of power, it is good.
Know more than wanted is dangerous
All this dazzleness is to blind

The end came a long while ago
Not to mean the end of the world
Neither the end of no one or any
Just the end of a simple life.

by Wullien Thang

Comments (1)

A good and lovely write. beautiful thoughts