The Fly - Poem by Roman Franklin
There sits a young girl aged only a few.
A mind of wonder that calls untested.
But not today, for destiny will try.
Upon her hand down lands a fly
Harmless and naïve it remains there rested.
Why, never before has she seen such as this.
A creature of wonder choose calamity and still.
But soon comes the moment she make a choice.
One that shall forever repeat its voice.
This unscathed perception proposes such thrill.
Surely the world will be so quick.
To force upon a jaundice slant.
However only age will come to know,
what her accord alas bestow.
Should she join this defected rant.
Where once was thirst, now finds flaw.
Mistaken wings lay calm in her sight.
Condemn this creature! Its welcome mistrusted by all!
Screams for justice so heavy in call.
But this moment of appeal ends with an order of flight.
No glory accompanies such a gesture.
But humble abodes in love request stay.
For divergence from norm proves rather potent,
Let fortune mind this as the moment.
One girl rid the world of its utter dismay.
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