The Little Man

June 28, 2008
By Shira Bartov, Cambridge, MA

His feet beneath him fall
The little man must crawl
The gas around him fills
Four cold, objective walls

The little man has cried
Like us – he too has sighed
Our hatreds shift about
As restless as the tide

He’s so much left to say
His shame’s been stripped away
He’s blinded yet he knows
When shadows cease to play

The little man knows why
The reason’s in his eye
One day this man was born
For the crime of life he’ll die


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