sábado, 13 de dezembro de 2025

They squander our treasure

 I walked among tall men
feeling short and inadequate
Yet feeling comfort in my shortness
For the burden went to the biggest

The smallest ignored
Merely using their shadows to escape sun
Or the form of them a wall against weather
humble simple and contented with small

But I was suddenly commanded to walk against them
Weak and unstrategied, fearful and wanting, losing
They baited and intimidated who was I to affront them
My answer came in being thrown to the ground

To feeling their knuckles on my brow
coughing up and stinging from within and without
For they no longer guard our treasure
They squander it all

And on their weary path they pollute and corrupt 
every following generation

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