Funeral For An Ant
Bugged off by a minor trouble on a dreary Saturday,
I was stomping my foot and punching things as life didn’t go my way.
Ahead of me on the empty road was a line of ants finding something new.
As I dragged my feet in rage, a little red one got crushed under my shoe.
Strains of guilt suddenly struck my heart,
But I thought I shouldn’t worry; after all everyone does depart.
And so many people crush ants; it ain’t that big a crime.
But I could see for the ants, my minor trouble had caused a major grieving time.
Even the queen ant arrived and covered the lifeless red lad with a leaf,
While the other ants and bees got some twigs and prayed that he finds peace.
The culprit that’s me saw this from a distance but they had no clue.
My eyes grew watery as I realized even in a colony of millions, each ant had value,
After the sympathies were paid, I walked to the tomb of leaves and twigs realizing that all this was real,
That every being could feel love, every being could feel pain, every being could feel…
Copyright © The Moustached Bard | Year Posted 2017
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