Empty bodies move abound <br />Like weightless butterflies on our cursed ground <br />People living with no substance <br />Fluttering ‘round where the flower them bound. <br /> <br />Youthful strive kept in a cage <br />Extends to where individ’alism rage <br />To laugh when should <br />.................. Just for whom you could <br />To say what’s expect’d. <br />To be where you ought <br />With whom you may be caught. <br /> <br />.................. O they strive for their freedom… <br />In bondage self built. <br />Rebelling dictation <br />But imposing without guilt. <br /> <br />Butterfly people roam this earth <br />Criteria boxed, from stupidity birthed <br /> <br />...................... Floating after thought that’s comfort <br /> <br />Behaviour bound <br />Submitting only <br />To the worlds’ easy sound <br /> <br />(2000-06-10)<br /><br />Francois Hoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-people/
