I saw a butterfly today!

It lofted ever so lightly from its humble abode.

Giant, threatening hands pushed in -  violating

"Develop!", they cry. "Make it beautiful."

It tried to escape the dull, drab prison,

but the gatekeeper wouldn't let it free.

In the course of development the butterfly was taken over;

a toxic spill halted its flight.

In an anguishing struggle to remove itself from danger,

it spiraled downwards toward the earth.

It crashed with a violent thump as it struck the ground

it used to hover above - the land that used to bless it so.

Within seconds, its body was racked with convulsions that shook its very being.

Moments later, it was still...

I saw a butterfly die today, and I cried.

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