Flies

Flies bug me... Sometimes

Too many flies buzzing and eating away at the left overs of human consumption. 
They whisper to eachother so loudly yet only their fellow flies can understand. 
They whisper nonsense and sweet nothings because there is nothing sweet about a fly. People shoo at them And scream them away, they are unwelcome, unhygienic and unwanted.
Nothing about them is attractive or useful, but they don't care. 
They keep coming for more, and we give them more, we give them everything, because we are their source of nutrition.

Reviews

[Brigitte Adela]

i like the way you convey the lack of understanding together with the need.

[Frank Purcell]

taken metaphorically, i derive my own meaning from this poem, though i suspect its very far from what the author intended. I couldnt help but picture these flies as the corrupt and disgusting people that inhabit our world and communities. They feed on faults; our flaws, our waste. Corruption keeps happening because one by one we support it, so those "flies" will just keep coming back until we stop polluting our environments.