Guilt built in
At first I mistook them as some rice forsaken
That became a banquet for the ants so hearten
Thousands of black ants swarmed there batching
Over a layer of white eggs about hatching
I know not why they chose my pot
As their nestle and breeding lot
I took them to the hose, out of fear and disgust
With a strong spray I flush then to the gutter
But some still clung desperate with their guts
Baby eggs held fast in their jaws and cluttered
I left them in the scorching sun
In hope that they would to the the shades run
Hours later there was a rainstorm
I assumed they had evacuated to a dorm
But, upon overlooking, there in the pot
Black ants and their white babies sank to their lot
When they bustled and rustled in this dining hall
How would they expect such calamity to befall
Thousands of lives I left to die, a guilt built therein
But why couldn’t they get out the way they got in