He crept up innocent,
You knew death was imminent.
He crept up looking for food,
You knew he was done for good.
He never did hurt you,
You know he never hurt you.
All he wanted was food for winter.
All he wanted was that crumb from your cracker.
It cost nothing to let him have it,
It cost nothing to spare that spirit.
Unwittingly did he draw closer,
Dutiful, fearless, he drew closer.
That law abiding ant never did any wrong.
Did you kill him that he may never do wrong?
You left him there, broken, bleeding,
Unfeeling, unheeding his loudest pleading.
Casually, you picked up your comb.
Never mind, his brethren will carry him home.
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