Gord

2022-08-15 11:07 pm

Inside its silent eyes lies science,
'Mine', like a child it cries, looks outside.
Giant's eyes wide, where is his gigantic pile?
His highest pride defiled by tyrants,
Find me a guy who wouldn't sigh.
Final smiles, like wind can fly by,
like time it flies by, like kites.
Like a demon the giant tries,
Though like giant piles of hay,
May blow away in the wind,
Giants below may just might,
Or unjust, but ultimately he decides.