The Big Ones


The big ones eat the little ones

The little ones run away

Except for those that eat other little ones

And others have nothing to say

Tearing his clothes to pieces

The leader stands up on the wall

He wails and cries and looks up to Heaven

But can do nothing about it all

And what will be left when everything's done

The dust and the rubble all bake in the sun

The running around after nothing

Is all the big ones can do now

The fear has given way to terror

The sword has overcome the plow

And what do we know that we didn't know then?

What can we say to comfort the dead?

The end is a long time in coming

But one day we'll know it has come

And then we'll wonder at our knowledge

That let us down when we needed it most

copyright 2011 christopher w neal all rights reserved


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