you may think that
an ant
is not that important
small as it is
and soundless until
it bites you as you step
upon its
hill and then reinforcing
more your
belief of its insignificance
you crush it
at once smashing its body
with your fingertip
and you move on with your
life doing what has to be done
forgetting the bite
of the ant
and feeling nothing
in here guilt is killed
and a conclusion is made
this is how life is
lived
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