When you observe a fly,
Do you wish that it may die?
Would you crush it like a simple bug?
Then sweep it away, under the rug.
Let's step back a bit and think...
Before we wind up in a kink.
Do not let anger consume,
Or you may quickly confront your doom.
When you observe a fly,
Do you wish that it may die?
Maybe you would hold open the door,
To let it live once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hear, hear! ! ! Flies are God's creatures too! ! Yay Flies! ! ! ! ! ! Great poem, Tyler! Love it! ! ! ! Dawn x