The Little People
H
Herbert Nehrlich
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I had a dream today,
my afternoon siesta
had only just begun
and I had drifted off,
when noises from the alley,
where cats and vermin live,
commenced their daily
and disruptive celebration
of life-long dreams to reach
the summit of mediocrity.
A giant step, no doubt,
be born in squalour
and filth of rubbish,
dumped by those who have.
Not many do succeed
in this endeavour,
most cannot jump,
surmount their dull-gray shadows.
How sad, some say
that opportunities do not
exist in some form of equality,
condemning thus -no mercy-
the furry ones forever
to the fate of what is called
the lost world of
the little people.
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