The giant falls
In last May
The circling stars
He will never see
Down on the slope
Tumbling deep in
the hole
The crying can be
heard
The brave words all
gone
The little people
rush to see
They smile and clap
their hands
Finally, the giant
in the deep sleep
For a long time in
history
The followers run and
scattered
Finding ways to
assemble and fight
But the grapevine
says they can’t move
Without monies to
march on
The giant falls
In history he will
be recorded
Forget his root and
stay humble
Karma collects her
payment in full
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