Dan Brown - The Little People

I see them
Everywhere.
But they come from
Nowhere.
They’re always
There.
Wherever I go.

The Little People.

Always the same.
Bald and fat.
Always watching me.
Wherever I go.

The Little People.

I fear a rebellion soon.
They’re building an Army against us.
They’re waiting.
Till we’re old and slow.
Then they will rise in their masses.
Assume control, and make us even more miserable.
Wherever we go.

The Little People.

Dan Brown

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