The way of some bipeds
(read, the way of Karma):
If you are a certain pupa,
You struggle to emerge,
Yet become
A beautiful butterfly
And flit around
And are admired by many bipeds.
If you are another type of pupa,
You are put into boiling water
By some bipeds,
You die and leave behind
Strands of silk,
That is woven by some bipeds
Into beautiful clothes.
And then some bipeds
Flit around in those clothes,
And are admired by
Some other bipeds.
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