Giants

They stand tall
on the screens.
Big voices.
Big flags.
Big promises.
But every step they take.
crushes someone smaller.
Yeah.
I see it now.
Big men walking like giants.
Bootprints crushing the ground.
Little lives underneath them.
No one hearing the sound.
Big men chasing more power.
Always wanting the throne.
But storms break giants down.
Four years grinding bones
into dust,
Four years feeding lies
to the public trust.
They call it strategy,
call it pride,
But I watched
children freeze outside.
Big men talk
in polished tones,
While artillery chews through homes.
Maps on tables,
clean red lines,
But the mud outside
tells different times.
They never smell
the diesel smoke,
Never hear the ribs
that broke.
Never taste the iron rain,
Or feel a comrade's
last exhale of pain.
Big men walking like giants.
Bootprints crushing the ground.
Little lives underneath them.
No one hearing the sound.
Big men chasing more power.
Always wanting the throne.
But storms break giants down.
They chase the crown
like starving kings,
Every war another
step it brings.
Every bomb another rung,
Climbing ladders made of lungs.
Power grows like cancer cells,
Eating cities,
streets,
and wells.
And
when the world finally screams,
They call it necessary means.
But the storm don't care
for crowns,
Ice
and fire tear them down.
History don't spare their names,
Only ash and shattered frames.
Giants fall.
Giants fall.
The ground remembers everything.
Big men walking like giants.
Bootprints crushing the ground.
Little lives underneath them.
No one hearing the sound.
Big men chasing more power.
Always wanting the throne.
But storms break giants down.
I ain't fighting
for their throne,
I ain't dying
for their crown.
I move quiet
with my own,
And I watch
the giants drown.
Because storms don't ask permission.
Storms don't beg or bow.
And every giant walking tall,
Falls eventually.
Storm coming.
Let them keep walking.
They'll feel it soon.