Fact-Ery. Poem by Anonymous Rose

It often relates to me in an incident,
when an ant lost it's foremost part in an accident.

It's anterior body was entirely smashed,
and the battle of two thoughts were clashed,

I could hardly believe the marvel of it's life,
'that to ease it away from distressing strife'.

'But Nay! You don't have the authority of power,
Allah, the only majestic life-giver'.

'Will you? tears! cool down thy wrath?
O Lord! My sins, all that I hath'.

Alas! the smoking oil, furious steam and boiling water.
And what a comparison to seventy times hell-fire.