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Little Brown Man

Little Brown Man

A Poem by Humberto Abreu

Little brown man,
little brown man,
why do you cry?

I cry because I work,
I work until I die.


Little brown man,
little brown man,
why do you toil?

I toil to be free,
free of this coil.


Little brown man,
little brown man,
who doth bind you so?

Do you truley not know?
Follow the chain,
where does it go?


Little brown man,
it lies in my hand.

Oh big man, oh big man
If you hold the chain,
You hold the key.

© 2008 Humberto Abreu


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Humberto Abreu
Humberto Abreu

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