Ingratitude

Poem

The giant with silver raiment
Strides on distant lands scattering manna.
Then from his height he pulls the strings;
Twisted, tangled strings.
The small disheveled creatures eat the manna
But spit at the giant.
He turns away,
Tears falling from cardboard eyes.

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