Butterflies in a Jar

Debra White

We are butterflies locked in a jar in a field

Wings clipped by intruders, brutal swords they wield

Freedom of our fathers’ we may never feel

Desire without execution, our wings are sealed

Feelings of guilt trapped with no venting expression

Held close to our chest we need kind direction

Flutters of hope crushed by our glass walls

Calling angels to catch our imaginary falls

Butterflies need open space to fly

Invaders, it’s time to say goodbye

No longer in fear, fight for our rights

Butterflies, we must flap our wings with might!

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