I squished a bug
rubbed him out of existence with my thumb
quick, minimal, forgettable experience

I wonder,
are people like that?
Am I like that?

You were a giant garden, growing beauty as I, the small bug, admired all that you were and everything you became. I saw the air you breathed in and the seeds you spewed out; my spots and wings were nothing magical to you. You made life, with help from the sun, and all I did was eat everything you created. I destroyed your flowers, slowly and softly - but it took a bigger toll than I had thought it would. I thrived off the misery I caused you. You lived for life and I lived for destruction; for chaos is the only disorder that keeps us sane.

I come upon a dead butterfly in the parking lot.
The blackest asphalt sets off the shimmering seafoam scales of his one remaining wing:
A wedge of Luna and lime
against a tarmac night sky.
I wonder where the other wing is,
And when he lost it.
It might have cracked off and blown away
long after he was dead,
Like a sheet of snowflakes.
But he probably lost it while he was still living,
Hit by a car or an ignorant wayward step,
Left to flutter and stumble to his demise
Like a wounded soldier or a choking fish;
A cerulean one-winged sailboat
Overturned on the vast black pavement.

To take a life
(Like crush a bug)
It's just a fly...
I made it die

Little lady luck
bug crawls up and
stuck, I try to save her
reach for her gently
but too strong and maybe
I should've gone slower
now she is dead
and my heart it has lowered
fix her a nice bed
of dirt
and fill it with leafs
she will sleep long
though her life was so brief
miss her already
though it doesn't matter much
in the long run
but now the popcorn is done
and so back to the movie
pick up and smoke
and now what was I doing?

In a straight line I walk,
A lot of work, without talk
Under leaves and over rocks
Heavy lifts to keep our stocks

The Queen has ordered this
Everything she wants, we can't miss
Now, I regret I've followed her wish
'Cause I've risked my life with this

The enormous creature's over our heads
Makes me wanna break our thread
Its gigantic limb slowly lands
And the last thing I could do is wave my hands...

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If you think that it was an error
An only bug that we find
That you made it
Even it was created a long distance between you and me
And yet after realization
If you believe that we loved each other
And even you think
Love is the only power that can easily fixes that problem
Again it makes us together to rebuild our commitment
And even we can separate thee (our enemy)
It makes me to love you again
And if we really stand on the same thoughts of an ideology
That we hold previously
Again we will easily can try to establish our strength of beauty

On the other hand,
If we can’t find our error
And try to establish the way that we never been taken
Even we feel that it is the high time to show our separate believe,
We will be alienated from each other even humanity
The ideology will be sleeping in the old book
It will be created a crisis and off course that will make a space between you and me
No path will be defined for the next generation
Our beliefs will be too weak
And our enemy will try to prove that our moral courage is dead
It will be turned to be an oxidized metal
It will be really broken soon
The red sun, which we would always expect that will be moved to the hell
Our boys, never be moved together towards the bright sun
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@Musfiq us shaleheen