Listen to me, Mr. President!
I’m a tiny fly and you a giant;
That is why you often seem
To well ignore my self-esteem.
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Freedom has made me light;
Everywhere I take a little flight
Even to your own vast territory
That I leave with great victory.
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Offsprings of mother-nature,
It’s to hold us both and nurture.
Yet, I know, dear Mr. President,
We' re far more than different.
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Even if you resent my company,
I can not resist your ceremony.
Your smell afar appeals to me,
And makes me feel simply free.
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I resolve then to veer and land
On your fleshy, soft, tasty hand,
Have a supply or a sip then flee
Calmly unlike my peer noisy bee.
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But before I manage to get fed,
You act, nearly striking me dead.
How many have you murdered
Just caught eating, red-handed?
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Well, listen then carefully, boy!
Your hands can surely destroy;
Yet, my small wings also harm.
The same as your nasty, sly arm
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Despite being just a little insect
My wings can affect and disinfect
So in power, we all have a share
On the land as well as in the air.
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Hence, I go as far as I can reach
In the peak of your merry speech.
I set out my flight straight ahead
To rest on your damp forehead.
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I must disturb your hot discourse
And this reminds you, of course,
Of your old victims’ sad demise;
Here you pout and let strain rise.
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First, you try to shift me, to resist,
Then you hold up your angry fist.
But while you are on the move,
You find me stubborn to remove.
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So your sweat runs like a mine
Your audience becomes mine.
Do they applaud me or fairly you
What they hear or they all view?
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I feel thus good; rather powerful;
I‘ve had enough, I am quite full.
So long now, keep on your task!
Dare reveal all your ills or mask!
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Simply said, dear Mr. President,
To nature never be such defiant!
And, saving, sir, your reverence,
Along with yours is my presence!
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