Little Did He Know Poem by Rumi Ullidov

In the yellow meadows of Ipswich Town
there lays the body of a dead cockroach-
covered in dead leafs and a long grass gown,
which makes it hard to approach.
The roach, they say, an honorable life had lived:
he'd done harm to none, none did he hurt.
But one day he had believed
that the meadows were his, and meadows were earth.
Little did he know that his meadow - that was yellow-
in the face of earth was just like a star in the galaxy.
His vision couldn't show all the yellow, all the mellow;
his deceitful belief was rigid, blind - unable to see.
He thought of no future, nor life, aliens or another creature,
with his chest forward, carpe diem, he seized the day.
While vaingloriously showing off his feature,
a big red daemon, called tractor, washed roach's being away.
The Tractor Boys, people from Ipswich,
since then organize an annual feast,
to remember the roach, right the one which,
turned from a pristine saint into a naïve beast.