Lowly Little People

In a lowly little shopping centre
In a lowly little town,
March the lowly people
Sinners up and down,
Paying for their sins
As a book, new shoes, or coat,
Or cigarettes and alcohol
Which burn away the most,
And leave the sinners wandering,
As hollow little shells
Of people stuck in between
Little heavens and hells.
The lowly little people
Know no wrong or right,
Know not of their fate,
See no end in sight,
But pay penance nonetheless,
To a god they do not know,
To disappear eventually
When it’s their time to go.


About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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2 Responses to Lowly Little People

  1. anumshafique says:

    Beautifully melancholic.

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