Oh, yes, I am a very small-minded man Whose horizon stops at the apple trees Whose vision is much upon the little things: A tiny snail upon a pepper-plant leaf
A placid rabbit nibbling at the lawn A squirrel feasting on his daily grains and seeds A bluebird shyly hiding among the oaks A mockingbird mocking all the rest of us
No grand visions for me; I will not leave Small villages of dead bodies and wicked smoke The rotting bodies of children and animals Cratered cities of bomb-blackened ruins and stench
I promote no world-changing master plan - Deo Gratias, I am a very small-minded man