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Array ( [sid] => 105316 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little people [time] => 2005-09-08 17:24:58 [hometext] => The story below is of a human mind and body- little people being cells here, but please feel free to equate it to anything you see fit. Please do let me know what other places you think it applies. [bodytext] => Little people

Few little people
got togather
and formed a club
More little people joined them
and eventually there were billions of them
All sorts of little people
of all colours and sizes.

Some liked to travel
so they formed their own group
Some liked doing stuff
and they formed their own group
Some liked to run kitchen
to feed all the billions
And they too formed their own group
There were many more little people
Who were doing their own stuff
and had their own little clubs.

Initially for few years
There were no troubles
for the little people
could go wherever they liked
and the little people
who liked doing stuff
could do whatever they wanted.

Few little people decided
that they should take charge
and tell all the other littled people
what they should do and where they could go
So sometimes all the little people were happy
when they got to do what they wanted to do
and some times they were not so happy
when those little people who were incharge
made all the other little people
do the stuff they didn't like.

They got along just fine for quite some time
Till the little people in charge
pushed rest of them on too hard
And then came one day
They were all very sad
and decided the that is that
they'd all go their own way.

(Childhood, adulthood, oldage? Democracy, Tyranny? We pushing ourselves too hard, wearing ourselves down or we pushing our friends and family too hard breaking us all apart?) [comments] => 7 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => remote [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Little people

Contributed by remote on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 05:24:58 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Little people

Few little people
got togather
and formed a club
More little people joined them
and eventually there were billions of them
All sorts of little people
of all colours and sizes.

Some liked to travel
so they formed their own group
Some liked doing stuff
and they formed their own group
Some liked to run kitchen
to feed all the billions
And they too formed their own group
There were many more little people
Who were doing their own stuff
and had their own little clubs.

Initially for few years
There were no troubles
for the little people
could go wherever they liked
and the little people
who liked doing stuff
could do whatever they wanted.

Few little people decided
that they should take charge
and tell all the other littled people
what they should do and where they could go
So sometimes all the little people were happy
when they got to do what they wanted to do
and some times they were not so happy
when those little people who were incharge
made all the other little people
do the stuff they didn't like.

They got along just fine for quite some time
Till the little people in charge
pushed rest of them on too hard
And then came one day
They were all very sad
and decided the that is that
they'd all go their own way.

(Childhood, adulthood, oldage? Democracy, Tyranny? We pushing ourselves too hard, wearing ourselves down or we pushing our friends and family too hard breaking us all apart?)

Copyright © remote ... [ 2005-09-08 17:24:58]
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Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by colinbaker62 on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 05:42:11 PM AEST
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To be honest, this guides my thinking to the ongoing process of socio-economic / socio-political evolution in human society. First primitive communism, then (due to a surplus of goods and services) slavery, then for the same reason feudalism and currently capitalism. The social contradictions driving these developments are somewhat analogous to elements in your writing above, though my comparison does grossly simplify history.. I really enjoyed this.

By the way, on the subject of slavery, I am currently reading a wonderful work by 'Ida B. Wells-Barnett' who was born of a slave family in Holly Springs, Mississippi and later went on to become a great champion of the anti-lynching social movement of her time..

Colin

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by gwenevere on Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 06:20:35 PM AEST
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This happens a lot in our society.The sheep, lamb syndrome.So many don't know how to think for themselves so they go around in groups and do what everyone else wants to do rather than do things for themselves.then they get resentful.a thought provoking poem, Ros

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by nicozenith on Friday, 9th September 2005 @ 07:02:54 AM AEST
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I like this very much. It's a powerful write.
Nikki.

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by black_star on Friday, 9th September 2005 @ 07:10:25 AM AEST
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It was great, except I think you should have spread it out a bit, you know, turned it into a poem more than a story.

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by WAE on Monday, 12th September 2005 @ 04:47:26 PM AEST
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Sometimes I look at the world through the same lenses you use, I think. Interesting to find someone so close in spirit...
Alex

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by remote on Monday, 12th September 2005 @ 05:21:14 PM AEST
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Yes Alex, sometimes its plain spooky how much everyone think alike, you'll have to be martian at the least to be original. Just kidding.

Re: Little people (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 15th September 2005 @ 09:51:29 PM AEST
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Well, if they are the body's cells then possibly it is new life until death? Also, it sounds like the growth of the world and how now we're too government top heavy where governments really don't care what the "little people" think. No matter, it's a very interesting and wonerful write. Keep it up!

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