A Funny Small Nation

Bugs are funny aren't they?

death they be,
on the rotting you see.
Life they be,
in sky flying you see.

Masters of the air,
they do not fall.
on land and water,
on both they crawl.
Nowhere be non,
yet everywhere be all.

long they were free,
The all to nature's some.
mine they shall be,
my little nation to come.
Now you will see,
Come see my grand Colosseum.

from me will come death
upon my foes they shall feast
from me will come life
ruler of the skies I shall be

I shall be in the air
they will raise me up
and throne me in the sky

I shall be in the ground
they will bring me down
the deepest depths shall be mine

Even on the water I shall rule
even the fish will tremble at sight
Even the biggest waves will obey me

You there, in my way
There is nothing to Say.
No one will stop me.
not when my small nation is free.

Bugs are funny creatures, aren't they?

Poetry  (E) An attempt to define poetry using cinquain form. #1940551 by LostGhost: Seeking & Learning