Vultures pick at the bones of broken homes <br />Butterflies fly but have no where to roam. <br />The sky is broken dark and bleak <br />Butterflies don’t live in the real world they are weak. <br />Most people pick at the bones of people killed by sticks and stones and hurtful words alone. <br />In this life the butterflies have their wings broken <br />After just a few days of flight <br />Vultures live in the real world and they fight <br />It’s a sad fact <br />They survive and thrive <br />Causing trouble and stepping on butterflies with broken wings. <br /> <br /> <br />But I am butterfly <br />I guess I will die in tragedy <br />With my wings broken <br />But I think it’s better to live one day as a butterfly <br />Than an ugly walk on people vulture!<br /><br />Daniel Hooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-and-vultures-types-of-people/
