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Little men
(1) UP THERE-
Little men are kidding,
Teasing the sun
Praising the one, that took them to the top
To the light, making bright, their lives in the sun
They shine
They don’t see the land
Its far beyond their sight
Its somewhere back
Where they don’t want to go
Where they don’t want to see
But home is down there in the plains
They have to go back anyways.
Eyes watery, they descend,
Leaving the comfort and cold of the heights
Their eyes search the home in the fog
Innocent little stars in the fog
Lost in the clouds, raining eyes
Drown the dreams and hopes they had
(2) DOWN THERE
Little men with their little hats
Sell the grains and go back
The home is a shabby and a hungry place
But there is a bed to rest on
And a wife to trust all on
Wrinkled eyes strained by the day
Tired they go to bed.
Mind not doing so,
Dreaming still like a tiny child
There it sees a peak,
Fog clearing around it.
Remembering the riches, cold and comfort…
The dreams keep them alive,
To help them struggle a miserable life.
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