Miniscule Fear Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

Little one, break not
Run or stand thy ground
Diminutive one, fake not
Speak truth or make no sound
Small one, let be
But then to torture abide
Short one, tall glee
Pain can all but hide

To run is to live
Them might add
To fight come next day
But come that day
In armour clad
Thou'd still cower away

To stand and hold
Now that is prestine!
And meet him at his gaze
Thou shalt feel bould
A hero's gleem
Little recieves large praise