THE ANGER OF THE LONELY GIANT

THE ANGER OF THE LONELY GIANT

(A prose poem)

 

The angry Giant can roar very loud! Aaarggh!

Yet he is lonely, for no one loves him.

Sometimes a stranger will see him in the town centre,

He will smile and go to shake the Giant’s hand.

As the Giant jumps on their head he bellows,

“Why do you not love me?”

 

He doesn’t like gays, or women, or scientists, or those of a different religion.

He has his own religion, “Giantism”

Sometimes, he lies awake at night thinking of new people to hate.

 

 

On his garden wall he has a tiny sign written in his childlike writing,

“Please come and play with me”

But the wall is one mile high. It has no ladders or gates.

 

When he goes to town,

Everyone runs away

And at first he cries. For he is lonely

Then he bellows at everyone

He has a limited vocabulary

But he knows words of hate

Words of dislike

And words of anger

 

The angry Giant can roar very loud! Aaarggh!

 

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