Here is a poem about the unseen and unheard masses of people, ignored by oversized people…
The Littlest People
There are masses of little people
Whose scene is obstructed
By those who possess
Such a little peephole
Through and threw
The looking glass
The bust people
Who soully see themselves
Bronzed
Marbled
Oversized
When in deed
The owner class
Embodies narrow mined
As a madder of fact
They rank
The littlest of awe
