Glorify Greatness, Satirize Smallness

Quake in the shoes Worn to conceal smallness So miniscule they feel blues As they hate the greatness Flying and plying its trade Among the insecure Who bully and raid Any remedies meant to cure Voices too faint To discomfort the strong Fed up with the saint Who never goes wrong Despite his litanies of foibles Grappling with the status They reinvent squabbles Fed on so much hiatus They dwarf Pantagruel Whose exploits pale into insignificance When Gulliver’s duel Dodges a lance on balance Intending to preach to the converted Values and virtues So controverted They pick no clues From the small voice Inside the conscience Whose choice To question omniscience Falls flat on the mat That simulates the trampoline Where the greatness cat Jumps on a tightrope so mean Smallness quivers Shakes in its boots Crosses regret rivers Blows horn hoots Shrinks in its wrinkles Contorting its disfigured face Shouts in horror when greatness sprinkles Aura and honour below the incongruity surface Where greatness grows and grows In size and status as it reaches out for the prize The truth doesn’t throw into rows Where sooth sayers express no surprise at the greatness rise.