I plucked a fly out of a glass today
T'was trapped within a drop of water.
I poured it's livid body on the table
And as I breathed life on it, the water scattered.
I gave shelter to the pots of flowers
From a whirlwind of frozen death.
I dragged their frightened leaves within the house
No more will nature mourn her dead.
I tend to gluttonous birds lurking the sky
And I share my bread with brotherly love.
I bury them when their time comes
And I ask nothing in return.
Yet doing this I feel that my compassion
Only makes my humanity weaker.
And I know I'd make a terrible God
For I'd care for all my children.
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