Butterflies Are Free

The wind whistles in the darkness
that is called the human scene.
Repressive waves upon the grass
collect the people to its embraces.
The soiled, home rule approach.
And butterflies are free too fly,
but not I, no, not I.

Conform to established laws.
"Repent ye of all thy sins".
Increase your paranoid eyes,
and Sunday, cry in a church.
A thousand million children die
for the sake of civilized man.
Butterfies fly high and free,
but not me, no, never me.

Your friends out-live you
by their conforming faces.
They are afraid to shine on.
Respecting only businessmen.
The whistling winds converge
in patterns of suppression.
Butterflies fly unhindered,
not so man, never mankind.

The snow covers hatred.
Cold and lonely we all are.
Intent on our solitudes
which we claim is human pride.
The winds of change
fail to collect anyone.
Butterflies fly high and free,
and tomorrow, millions die.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This reached me so much! I am in awe, a pleasure to read you again, you always balance the perception in an intriguing manner...superb!
xoxo

[MOON]

Thought provoking write.Love the way the last line of each stanza emphasise the point.

[R.A. Youngblood]

I really enjoyed this..
Well done!

[Forest Green]

Makes one stop and wonder...that the fairest of insects has but a few days to live, and that's not even assured.

Around us the evidence of justice is scarce, and yet by and large there seems to be not a thing we can do about it.

Good going...a topic worth writing about...! And you did a fine job with it.

[Priya]

Ironic, isn't it? We human beings have developed functioning reasoning and analytic abilities, gigantic cerebra and advanced concepts of social justice and equality, and still out living pales in comparison to those of the other "less developed" creatures of nature. We always over complicate, we are selfish, and as you say "cold and lonely". But we were not always like this, and maybe change is possible. Thank you for your beautiful poem :)

[Cassie Fraga]

awesomeness at its finest... very well penned!!!

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a mature, well written poem, the kind of literature I enjoy reading.And it contains a lot of well-founded doubts about the way we are.Good work.

[Clay Feet]

"color" is the American English spelling for the word spelled "colour" by the British. I'm surprised that you do not know this.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

A stroll down memory lane with haunting memories and stories of condemned buildings that once where. Powerful work!

[?]

Beautiful