THE ANGER OF THE LONELY GIANT

 


THE ANGER OF THE LONELY GIANT
(A prose poem)

The angry Giant can roar very loud! Aaarggh!
Yet he is lonely, for no one loves him.
Sometimes a stranger will see him in the town centre,
He will smile and go to shake the Giant’s hand.
As the Giant jumps on their head he bellows,
“Why do you not love me?”

He doesn’t like gays, or women, or scientists, or those of a different religion.
He has his own religion, “Giantism”
Sometimes, he lies awake at night thinking of new people to hate.


On his garden wall he has a tiny sign written in his childlike writing,
“Please come and play with me”
But the wall is one mile high. It has no ladders or gates.

When he goes to town,
Everyone runs away
And at first he cries. For he is lonely
Then he bellows at everyone
He has a limited vocabulary
But he knows words of hate
Words of dislike
And words of anger

The angry Giant can roar very loud! Aaarggh!