The Fly
Confusion consumes me
I know not what to do
I just watched this small creature
To my trap it just flew
This fly, it has fluttered
And flittered about
So to end all the buzzing
I set flypaper out
Yet, now, as I watch it
My conscience, it sees
And begs that I wonder
What if….that was me?
It forces my gander
To truly observe
The wiggling and writhing
Was it really deserved?
Was the noise all that bad?
Did it really distract?
Are we just creatures ourselves?
Respect for life, do we lack?
How the World Should Work 