I am the little man

I am the little man
Who populates the road,
The man that long ago
You tortured with a nod,
For fun or to keep order
Or in the name of God.

I am the countryman
Who gave his sons and wife,
His harvest with his life.

And I am the soldier too,
The dummy and cannon fodder
Who followed any brand
And for a song he took
The others’ lands for you.

I am the little man
Who hopes but little can.
In every life I cower
Though you don’t seem the same,
Instead you always claim
The arrogance I met,
The usual thirst of power,
The human blindness yet.

Allan Slowal