Here’s to the:

Little people
Deprived as children

The large ones
Given every vice

Smoke of possibility
And a gentle breeze

Time counting us down
Our failures to consult

Silent frowning suns
Other stars surrounding

The timid heroes & heroines
Defying their bounds

One step beyond the crowd
Few stones thrown your way

Uncompromising resistance
& robbers within our midst

Majestic tombs
Buying what we get

Washing Roman sandals
Out of something

Humility was never your style
And yet your hair hangs down