A Pebble Is A Mountain.....

i was there the day you were born... you were there the day that i died.... i entered your mother with fevered passion, you were the grandmother knitting outside. i killed your son in battle, you buried my wife in an unmarked grave. you baptized me in the river, i lit the fire when you were martyred. you went to sea in search of a new land, i sat in my tepee waiting for death. you slew me with righteous indignation, i prayed to the Great Spirit for your soul. i worked forty years to feed you, you stole the cross from around my neck. i led the immigrants by night, you waited with a gun and a badge.... you died inside my prison, i felt the blow of justice. i starved outside your window, while you drank and danced till dawn.... i was an addict and a murderer, you fed my addiction with greed. you saved the world one winter night, while i wandered lost again.... or perhaps, the other way around, i cannot tell the difference. there be no walls in an empty room, and a pebble is a mountain!