Fragile Life

An itty bitty little bug,
a fragile trivial microscopic bug,
cautiously crawled by my notebook.
My cruel hand came down;
murdered this itty bitty little bug,
destroyed this fragile trivial microscopic bug.
I took away everything that was created for him,
with a wave of my hand,
with a slap of my palm.
The life of this bug,
struggled by my notebook.
and took his last breath.
He shall never move his limbs again,
he shall never flap his wings again.
Who cares if he had a family?
Who cares about this itty bitty little bug?
No one will mourn him,
no one will cry.

But I will!
My conscience is condemning my actions.
For this world is made for this itty bitty little bug too!
And no matter how much he wanted to,
this fragile trivial microscopic bug
shall never see sunlight,
again.