I am the humble, measly fly
Not much up above; and not the sky so high
I may be puny; yet I can fly
I wallow in the dung and I live in the filth
Yet, do not hoard up or crave for wealth
Rotten and recycled; is the food I eat
Yet, I do not kill; I don’t cheat
I live in merry and freely breed
Yet I am no slave to master greed
I cherish the loo or a dirty plate
Yet I am not overwhelmed by morbid hate
I do not think, though I often stink
Yet, I do not push the world to the brink
So don’t judge me just by my insignificant size
Don’t judge me for my deeds and my innocent vice
For you are just me; just a bigger me
Seeing life through some other compound eyes
You are no better!
You are no better in character nor in vice
So see me with compassion
See me with compassionate eyes
For I’m the humble and measly fly
Who didn’t choose to; yet, still can fly
I am the humble, measly fly
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