You wouldn’t hurt a fly

You wouldn’t hurt a fly
Is it some kind of Karma beat
The fly flies off to freedom
Leaving maggots in your meat

Obviously, you need protection
Or else, a miracle
The famine is approaching
The plague is like a bull

Lock up all your daughters
keep your meat in doors
keep an eye on the shadows
For which you’ve made no laws

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012