The Little Tin God

The little tin god
With Jovian ambitions
Thought the mirage he saw was glory,
Glory for the taking.

He rode full tilt to seize
Phaedrus’ opportunity by the forelock.
The still small voice had been murdered,
Banished to eternal silence.

For he couldn’t allow
Unwitting conscience
Da ashiko e ru

The little tin god
Thought he was the stroke of genius
And he had Midas’s touch,
But his gift was his curse.

His roof fell in
He fell out
He fell down,
Down, down
As lightening he fell.

The little tin god
Found too late
In the embers of ambition
He was just that-
A little tin.

AKPOVETA, Valentine ‘t

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