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Tiny Men

Updated: Apr 23, 2020

Kings fall and kingdoms crumble

when the tiny men come marching in

The mothers made a melting pot

made us a melting pot

forged us in adversity when the flame wavered


Her shores welcome us

for better or for worse

in sickness and in health

A marriage to the alleys

where the blood of our men flows

with the menses of our wombs

All we know is pain and solitude and hard work

our open palms slapped with thin wispy sticks

as we reach out for each other


This behavior is not condoned.

This behavior will be eradicated.


Until a new tiny man marches upon us,

Hiding in the sweat of our brows

As we turn to the great crumbling palace for guidance

and wait and wait and wait

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