Sanctimonious Pacifist

One considers oneself a kind non-violent type of person I even give dead birds, rats and frogs a funeral with flowers But I go into the kitchen, and then all hell I suddenly see As on my white floor to my horror is a hideous sea of black ants I go berserk; suddenly the killer instinct comes into play Madness ripping through me as I angrily grab a spray gun in hand The poor ants are defenceless, for them it’s like an atomic bomb I destroy sisters, brothers, cousins even babies, just any ant in sight Kill, Kill, Kill, destroy, destroy, destroy, spray, spray, spray The masses, the trillions, that invade my virgin white kitchen floor All are swept to oblivion, offering no mercy, just pure revulsion and rage Hate welling up inside my every pore, the humanitarian gone mad Screaming, screaming, die, die, die! As I wipe this enemy away Then peace, white floor gleaming and everything back to norm But then I ask myself, haven’t I just killed a living thing Lady are you so pure with your views on violence in this world You too are capable of hate and evil, just ask that helpless little ant.