In the smallest town
of the smallest land-
Not so small
lived a man

Ten feet tall
and not so thin;
Great long hairs
came from his chin

He had no temper
stayed near his abode-
For he had no visitors
he was not loved

Even when only he
was tall or strong enough;
The small people
used mechanical stuff

He knew not why
height was a curse.
Or why a downfall-
was his girth

Nor where it came from
he never  knew
His father small
and his mother too


But trivial became
facts i've said.
As time went on...
black he bled

Rivers he bled-
blacker than oil;
His heart was wrenching
no longer soil

To replace the blood-
new-found power;
Anger struck
on the hour

Not just big,
but monolith.
Those small people
became a myth

Big people come
in many sizes;
It's how power
maintains disguises