Dwarf Of Isles Poem by henry ochiagha

Dwarf of Isles by Henry Ochiagha(dedicated to Laura Whitfield and Nathan Phillips)
A dumbfound dwarf
Livin' in a dovish terrine
Taller than mountains
Stronger than mighty
Shorter than shrub
Full of peseta
Feeling better with it
Being sited while standing
Always bold never shy
Crippin' until the day's gone
Trippin' until the day's dark
Yes we call them dwarf
But they see divine creature
Fetches water with basket
To disgrace the bucket
Shame became there raw
Material for fame
Because life uses it pains
To become there gain
One thing is certain
Deficiency in nature
Never affect intellectual efficiency
Cos models are not rebels
Only rebels attach label to people's situation
Even in disability
Love prevails
Seeing ability in the face of disability
Shining brighter and brighter
Unto a perfect day
To overcome the condition
They identify the situation
And change their position
lovin' just the way they're
Because ingrates are inglorious
Appreciation never depreciate
Which will make them leaders someday