'' It Is You Who Is Trapped '' Poem by Bri Mar

When the fly landed,
It felt heavy handed,
The poor thing was stuck hard and fast,
A spider appeared and gloated, you're stranded,
You're about to become part of the past.

Surrounded by others,
It's sisters and brothers,
The fly said you love to cause strife,
Look at yourself the truth it smothers,
In effect you do not have a life.

Before you all die,
The spider said, why,
Over my prey I have total control,
The fly replied look me in the eye,
I'll let you see into my soul.

All of us here,
Do not feel fear,
We have seen many a city,
We've travelled to where the sky is clear,
For you we feel nothing but pity.

Each day you must face,
Your dark living space,
Where adventure has no rhyme or reason,
Catching prey you do not need to chase,
Murdering whatever is in season.

No need to repent,
Death we cannot prevent,
Whereas your lifestyle you cannot adapt,
With all we've experienced we'll die content,
In your web,

‘' It Is You Who Is Trapped ‘'