Scream of the Butterfly

Push and you shove a spiteful spear
into his side.
No thoughts for one scream
within a million.
Pull and you drag a sorry soul
across the sky.
Lost in a sea among the tears
of a generation.
Thrust and you force a thorny crown
onto his scalp.
Lost to you like the scream
of the butterfly.

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