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

[asdarkeyesclose]

'And butterflies are free too fly,
but not I, no, not I.'

i found this very powerful and moving, the last lines bringing the message home, but in a way that was highly poetic and emotionally charged. the butterfly is something so fragile and graceful, something that makes us smile, a living symbol of what freedom can be, but in our lives we are often prisoned by those around us or the need to work. i enjoyed your poem a lot! fantastic.

[Enayet1999]

Indeed, a splendid poem
i like the way you've reflected your thoughts and words on life

[Emrick]

Indeed, mankind will never know true freedom.
Nice piece.

[An owl on the moon]

A powerful reflection on life... the chains of humanity... the freedom of the butterfly...

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Beautiful imagery, phrasing and flow

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Nicely penned I simply loved this write.



Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of work.


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.



Blessings. kindred poet

[Sami Khalil]

"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."

I like this write alot...Thank you for penning...:)

[carol burgess romance]

Alovely write and so true

[Emma Ruth]

Really nice imagery :) Fantastic piece...

[tekphobik]

And we should all aspire to at least be caterpillars inching our way to the creation of cocoons.