And All The Giants Fall

They step over mountains

they flatten our trees, chewing them up and spitting out green-

Although they eclipse us mortals on earth

Ever taller they tower, over our heads they glower

never enough, never satisfied-


Invisible they tread

Our homes become stepping stones-

quiet, for such monumentous beasts

Greed, Ignorance, and Predjudice they are named

frightful and slimey- Unstopable


If only I had the chance

I would raise my own giants, and arm them with weapons of Mass Creation

Out of the Earth, it's people,

Rise! Tolerance, Selflessness, and Dreamer

restore the plenty of altruism.


In the end, there are no Giants-

only the Individuals who transform into legends.

In the End, All the Giants Must Fall




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