And I stood there,
with the Junebugs at my feet.
Squashed, smashed, and stepped on.
Broken with defeat.
It looks like a battle scene,
with no one slowly picking them up to bury the dead
and care,
for the wounded.
Not a memorial will be placed
Just run over them.
Their bodies being decimated.
WE are as insignificant
as these creatures seem to us
we are to the UNIVERSE
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
And I stood there,
with the Junebugs at my feet.
Squashed, smashed, and stepped on.
Broken with defeat.
It looks like a battle scene,
with no one slowly picking them up to bury the dead
and care,
for the wounded.
Not a memorial will be placed
Just run over them.
Their bodies being decimated.
WE are as insignificant
as these creatures seem to us
we are to the UNIVERSE
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