Pulling the Legs Off Ants
The trouble with small minded, self-centred bigots, is the inability to see the truth of the wider
universe, the one that doesn’t revolve around their pathetic little selves
To be so afraid of the reality of the world that they have to hide behind the so called “power” of
their bitter words and twisted minds
to live a life in constant fear of the unknown, fear of other cultures, sexual preferences, hell even
poetry is scary for the small minded as they don’t understand it, so it must be feared and hated,
just like the blacks are hated, the gays are hated, and the “towel heads” are hated, and anyone
with a different point of view are hated
The inability to understand that others see the world in a much more beautiful light and can see
the truth in other people’s feelings and views
The world is full of beautiful people, all willing to share and enjoy others views, cultures and
generosity of soul
what terrible shallow lives to lead, that the beauty of other minds has to be shackled for them to
enjoy their feeble little selves, how great a victory, to trap such beautiful souls merely to satisfy
their own selfish needs, to feel pride in watching one more shining beacon of beauty extinguished,
leaving the world darker, bringing it ever closer to their dark little twisted minds
It just reminds me of the nasty little spoilt child pulling the legs off an ant for the fun of it
For all the sweet souls trapped in a prison of hatred and fear
Written for a female friend who survived twenty five years of this kind of marriage
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