The Falling Giants Poem by Alex Fischer

A reverent giant stands in the midst
Of a fallen world such as this
Looking upon the creatures of this land
Wondering why he is still falling,
Yet the answer lay writing his hands
And he does not understand
I can find it, if you can

The Giants is not alone
Their many others like him
All standing tall with the answer right in their hands
Trying to understand
Why everything is still falling

The rats run around the Giants feet
I noticed that the Giants they do not care
The rats are homeless they live in the ground
The rats are penniless and the Giants just let them run around
Not caring for them and if they are still around

The Giants have all the lands
The Giants have all the fame
The Giants have all the money the Giants have everything
Leaving the rats to search for scraps
Leaving the rats to live off the dry land
Leaving the rats to die and live in misery

The Hawk is of no help
The Eagle does them no good
The Vulture is the only one who does them good
By feasting upon their rotting flesh
Leaving only the gun as evidence

The rats are dying, and screaming for help
The Giants ignore them only helping themselves
The Eagle promises a new day
The Eagle is lying; at least that's what the rats say
It turns out that yes, the Eagle is
It was only a scam
The Eagle had tried to trick them
The Giants laughed at the rats' stupidity
The Giants stomp their feet crushing their only homes
Leaving the rats to live without a home
Leaving the rats to die as bones