The little man stood in the pouring rain
He didn’t seem to notice the onslaught
He stared at the window of the not knowing
And he knew what most had forgotten.
The little man didn’t move from the bus-stop
He was drenched and didn’t even notice
He’d been loved so far away
He wandered about who was closest.
The little man never thought of giving in
But he never thought of breaking any culture
Why was he always being stared by the police
And he had a beautiful future.