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.
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