Puisi: Thus Spoke The Tiny Man by Aris Balu

"Tremble before me!" The mountain demands

"Don't you know that the wind cannot blow me,

the ocean bow before me,

fire cannot burn me, and the sky cannot hold my magnificence?

I am god,

for on my shoulder, your kind had last,

and below me, your enemies remained

It was of my children your cities were built and your blades were forged

I am god,

the only one you should revere, the almighty"

Thus spoke the tiny man, "And yet here you are, begging for my proclivity"