There was a fly once, who felt
A yearning and calling for more
He saw a falcon above him, with gigantic wings and golden feathers;
Like him, he wished he could soar.

He told his brethren about what he saw,
lighting up as he told the story, completely in awe.
'Falcons are rich in plumage, large in size;
Do not look towards the heavens,' they said,
'But look at what is within reach for us flies.'

The divergent fly, unsullied by his comrades,
was determined to go beyond that reach.
'There are many of us, and fewer of them;
what borders can resist our breach?
The falcon may be more sought after,
its beauty and its splendour unmatched in nature.
But we are the flies; without us, the world
would simply be a pile of trash,
unrecycled and unreturned.'

The flies rallied, and the insects followed suit;
the world a seething mass of buzzing wings and agitation.
The working creatures of the planet, in sudden organisation
With one, sole aim; to overthrow the kingdom of falcons
And lions and predators of the like.

A conclusion to this conflict, none can predict
Yet one knows for sure
That no king or queen can endure
An onslaught of angry mobs
For we are many
And they are few.