Moral Pygmies

I scope the landscape,
The view is clear.
For near my eyesight,
Nothing is near.

Their heads bump this way.
Their mouths are closed.
As some would say,
They are brown-nosed.

Nobody can see those,
Pygmies down there,
Whose moral outrage
Is seen nowhere.

But now I know,
What should be clear.
I cannot see them.
They cannot be seen.

Their heads all reach,
But below my knees.
The moral pygmies,
Are you and me.
- posted by syed-m @ 1:00 AM