Catching Flies
A petty thing; isn't it?
The concept that being sweet to all
Is best than being sweet to none?
What source raised this point
What drone ran their mount?
True man is drawn to kindness
Shuns the doubt
Walks to the light
And casts the dark with glory's might.
Yet what endless seams
Bear and Break
When the kind can no longer
Bear and Take.
Spent so much time
Preaching the sweet
No time teaching
How to break Teeth.
No time teaching
For when a woman is brought to her hands
Her knees
Scraping
Screaming
Pleading
"Sir, no, Not me!"
She asks why
Knowing she is kind
Kind to all
And thus she must be broken.
In a society captivated by
Beauty, Royals, the Unspoken
Are we not responsible
For the horrors we cause
By teaching and professing
What will only be our fall?!
Windows shatter
Clothes in tatters
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
With no more to be said
Other than "They were kind,
t'is a shame they are dead."
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
And what hypocrisy
Will we be
When we find our own screams asking
"Why are we, The Kind, plucked from existence?!"
~~~
By Me, ReaptheMusic
Inspired by the idea of 'catching flies with honey.' In many countries, being kind can only get you killed. Yet even so, people are taught harmony, being neighborly regardless of how they may be taken advantage of, hurt, raped or even slaughtered. In a sense, people that commit crimes such as these know exactly how to 'catch flies' hence where this came from. I myself am more of a fly drawn to vinegar (Aiding people in need and subjects of darker themes.) I'm not the best poet in the world but I'm curious to see what you might think! ^^
A petty thing; isn't it?
The concept that being sweet to all
Is best than being sweet to none?
What source raised this point
What drone ran their mount?
True man is drawn to kindness
Shuns the doubt
Walks to the light
And casts the dark with glory's might.
Yet what endless seams
Bear and Break
When the kind can no longer
Bear and Take.
Spent so much time
Preaching the sweet
No time teaching
How to break Teeth.
No time teaching
For when a woman is brought to her hands
Her knees
Scraping
Screaming
Pleading
"Sir, no, Not me!"
She asks why
Knowing she is kind
Kind to all
And thus she must be broken.
In a society captivated by
Beauty, Royals, the Unspoken
Are we not responsible
For the horrors we cause
By teaching and professing
What will only be our fall?!
Windows shatter
Clothes in tatters
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
With no more to be said
Other than "They were kind,
t'is a shame they are dead."
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
And what hypocrisy
Will we be
When we find our own screams asking
"Why are we, The Kind, plucked from existence?!"
~~~
By Me, ReaptheMusic
Inspired by the idea of 'catching flies with honey.' In many countries, being kind can only get you killed. Yet even so, people are taught harmony, being neighborly regardless of how they may be taken advantage of, hurt, raped or even slaughtered. In a sense, people that commit crimes such as these know exactly how to 'catch flies' hence where this came from. I myself am more of a fly drawn to vinegar (Aiding people in need and subjects of darker themes.) I'm not the best poet in the world but I'm curious to see what you might think! ^^