Nobody really cares
When a fly dies.
No one breaks down or swears;
No one sneezes or cries.
Nobody ever mentions
How hard her family strives.
Nobody has intentions
To care for orphan flies.
Even if somebody follows
Her silhouette fall from the skies,
They do not pray in sorrows
To see her wake and rise.
People don't gather around
Rubbing their eyes,
Looking down to the ground
Where the body lies.
Most likely they take a sweeper
Disgusted or cold as ice,
They throw her away with litter
'Cause nobody likes flies.
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