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
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