One day
The dwarves will rebel?
Against gulliver.
All men of tiny heart
Armed with sticks and sickles
Assault the only giant
With their little grudges, with their bile,
With his rage of shaved and myopic dwarfs.
Poor de t ?, gulliver, poor t ?,
The day that all the dwarves
They unite their tools and their hatred,
Their customs, their vices, their portfolios,
Their schedules. they can not, they can not,
I can not forgive you for being tall.
For them, generosity is nothing more than a luxury that can not be paid,
They live fed by the envy that inhabits them in a customary way.
M? Ralos squirm behind their shell glasses.
You will accuse yourself, accuse you, accuse you:
If he is one-eyed in the country of the blind,
To be the one who speaks in the country of the dumb,
To be crazy in the country of the sane,
To walk in the country of the tired,
To be wise in the country of fools,
To be bad in the country of the good,
To have fun in the country of the serious,
To be free in the country of the prisoners,
To be alive in the country of the dwarves,
If it is the voice that cries out in the desert,
To be the voice that cries out in the desert.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)