a poem about ants

i can’t get myself to kill you

and i don’t know why

you are just so vulnerable

it was not your choice

so why is it my choice

if you live or die

it is not my job to kill you

something else will surely do the job

it’ll be grander than me

something no one else can see

and i won’t have to know it

we will end, we will continue

i am far too scared to kill you

your life is the only thing you’ve known

and you don’t know any better

so am i any better?

if i end it prematurely

who decides it?

it can’t be me

is it up to me to kill you?

what if no one else will get it done?

i’ll be gentle, i’ll be kind

so when you leave this world behind

you will know that there was love

you will know that you are loved