Decrepit soul how blind are thee
To see the world so cold and cruel
From the blood shed of lost lives
Like crushed cocoons of butterflies
Not given the chance to take flight.
You judge so quickly
Of what you can’t understand
Than given the chance
To see through the mask.
Why must you be cold
To judge things before hand
Than learning their secrets
Seeing no rainbow in the sky
After a rainy storm by day.
Why can’t you accept
Things as they are
Let the cocoons grow
So butterflies can flee
From the silky prisons
That held them back.
You the raven
Talons that slice
Butterflies of life
Hope and dreams flee.
The more cruel and heartless
Lesser are the butterflies
Whose only dream is to flee
To go off to live their lives.
As the remaining butterflies
Fly off to distant lands
You sit on your branch
Not willing to take the chance.
Foolish raven are you not,
You are missing quite a lot,
Not willing to take risks
There you perch upon the sticks.
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