Am Leaving The World Poem by Stephen Paul

Cutting me down for that ugly rest,
Bringing down from me that pretty nest
Stripping out the leaves of mine,
Down and down with that blade's canine

Beaten up was me with that sharpened axe,
Leaving behind those immortal cracks
Drop by dropp fell my swollen tears,
They never knew that cutting me was a global fear

This humanity turned out to be too much fake,
Who will cherish the loneliness of that lovely snake?
Listening to my words they started to cry,
Visible were the tears of that helpless butterfly

Am leaving the world my dear friends,
Lucky were you not being a hunt for this human trend
Am leaving the world
Am leaving the world