Our metal butterfly wings flutter in smiles
With our many ant like legs which carry us miles.
Our fly eyes pour antagonistic frowns,
Human flesh just beetled carapace gowns.
We are but bugs in multitude,
Our human design still very crude;
Just the beginning larval stage.
A true potential we cannot yet gage,
Yet one question still does remain,
Will this be a potential we will ever attain?
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
A thought inspired by the quote “We will have the wings of eagles when the fallen angels fly”-Billy Jo Shaver
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