The small man

The small man in my village believes he is big,

if he imports more than he exports,

if he steals from his mama and saves the loot out of his home,

if he welcomes visitors who exploit his home, but benefits alone as his home country losses

for him it’s not a loss if he gains individually as the rest lose, he is a zero-some thinker,

in his mind, only he or the rest can win, there is no room for a win win situation,

how i pity you the small man, how i pity you!

And pitied is all you make me look, you small man with power!

 

I stand looking petty because of your small mind,

if only you could let a bigger man’s thought be heard,

be listened to and reasoned out,

maybe we could all be bigger men, even you could look bigger!

but petty is all you make us with your power and numb mind,

i hate that you make me look small even-though i think big.

someone should teach you a lesson you small brat!

That you are powerful is what i fear,

that you are wealthy in your thoughts is a crime we have to endure,

that you are selfish is a thought we fear to let out but concur in agreement,

that you have failed us-generations of would be bigger men is a fact,

that you think less of others sinking the ship we all share is a fact we agree in silence.

how i pity you small man, and small is all you make me look!

 

You rule without reason,

you inherited a wealthy land from papa’s sweat and blood,

but you don’t care, you think you, only you small man the rest can perish.

Who will whip sense in your small mind? we all fear,

you make us look like rats but that’s you small man!

Your luck of sense is to be admired,

Your luck of shame should be feared!

how i pity you small man, and small is all you make me look!

 

That you are a liar is not a secret,

that you can talk people into bogus misplaced priorities is a trait above per,

how you do it baffles all thinkers, but you do, you somehow do!

You make mama-land, a land with all the world needs, look like an ornament!

Only for people to tour and take selfies.

Does it bother you that we look small because of you?

Does it bother you in your imported suit that the material used came from mama-land?

You small brat, someone should whip sense in your small mind,

but we fear,

you are powerful, but just in your village!

The village you made my country look like!

How i pity you small brat, and small is all you make me look!

 

Okay, enjoy your imported junk and sink on it,

you suck!

but do you have to drown me too??

You small man, you sicken me in your style!

What does it take to make sense look like sense to you?

That Africa should never beg is a fact the world knows,

That your small mind is the only ill we all suffer is common sense

but not common to you huh?

Small brat and your imported suit!

Do we have to export cheap so that you can import expensive to serve your ego?

Your small cork ego!

Small brat, how i pity you and pitied is all you make me look!

 

I luck words to describe your luck of sense,

maybe logic is all an illusion in your small powerful village- world,

and small is all you make me look, you small brat!

i walk out before you impose your village power on my ass,

but i tell you this, small is what you make me look,

and i am sick of it!

 

now that you know yourself,

one more thing, and this i hate to break to you,

your policies, bureaucracy, asshole and shit are cousins in this life!