Fly On The Wall

...sees all, says nothing...
...in an empty room, quiet now, the echoes of the shouting have all faded out...
...rubs his compound eyes in disbelief...
...they don't have to spend their lives in excrement, yet they wallow in it...
...they can speak, yet they only scream...
...they can sing, yet they only cry...
...they can build, yet they only tear down...
...they can dance, yet they only fight...
...in another day he'll be gone...
...replaced by another fly on the wall...
...who will also rub his eyes in disbelief...
...and will see all, and say nothing...