November 11, 2019
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

If I Were a Butterfly

 
 
 

If I Were A Butterfly

If I were a butterfly
where would I fly?
I could grace every home
bringing good luck every time.
Make sure that my children
ate up all the weeds,
and recycled the waste
without judgement or hate.
In a world that's at peace
I'd find my place.
Hmm, if I were a butterfly
I'd think this must wait.

If I were a butterfly
where would I fly?
If my soul were parochial
it would hang in my space,
It would look pretty in my garden,
propagate where I said,
and keep watch with indulgence
as my kids ate the rest.
If I were a butterfly
I'd think this was sad.
A life is too short
to live in the past.

If I were a butterfly
where would I fly?
Like all souls of dead warriors
for justice and peace,
I'd fly
down the throats of the haters,
war mongers, arms traders,
parasitic self servers.
Yes.
They'd choke on my body
and ingest my eggs.
My children would eat them,
feast on them, thrive
then fly on to the next.
Yes.
If I were a butterfly
that's where I'd fly.

If I were a butterfly
then where would I fly?
I would grace every home
bringing good luck every time.
I would make sure that my children
ate up all the weeds,
and recycled the waste
without judgement or hate.
In a world that's at peace
I'd find my place.







First published in Anti Heroin Chic, August 2016






Article © Lynn White. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-02-25
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


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