The Butterfly
As a butterfly I remain the same ,
Though the ants want to put me into shame,
Truth ,justice and honesty I proclaim ,
So that the poor can build up a good frame,
I pollinate flowers to boost my fame
which makes many good farmers to exclaim,
To have a bumper harvest was their aim ,
And the sky added success to this claim ,
Doing the task of nature is no game ,
At last, the evil ones went as they came ,
Eating up seeds and fruits ,makes many lame ,
With my wings ,I look better than a dame
with a nice name ,that can’t go up in flame .
5-27-2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
