A Bug's Life

Through a pixelated world I see

all these pixels make my world blurry;

the resolution isn't resolute,

no particular way is absolute,

so I react instinctively without hesitation;

it’s either exist or obliteration.

Heat, wind, or vibration,

even the slightest variation

keeps my senses keenly aware;

helping prolonging my existence here

as I try to fulfill this life cycle;

perpetuating future generations before I go.

Thousand of millions of us in existence;

higher beings viewing us with indifference

until they deem us a nuisance with contempt.

To rid us of our place they seem so determined,

insignificant they view us and hence;

not thinking of the underlying consequence.

Beautiful flowers in need of pollination,

designed to aid in their fruits population.

The earth’s ground to which we are designated;

to cleanse the soil and subsequently aerate it,

the chemicals you impose leave us no recourse;

you kill the problem but then kill the resource.

It’s bad enough we live a meager expectancy

with others feasting on us by mere supremacy;

beings seeing us as a scourge by way of disease

yet destroying our lives and theirs as they please.

We didn't invade and take over their land;

no, that distinction belongs all to man.

Now the ecosystem is way out of balance;

it’s so messed up I don’t know if I have a chance.

They realize our micro cosmos affects everyone and

I hope it’s not too late to undo the damage they've done;

destined it seems to live my existence filled with strife;

such is the case when living a bug’s life.

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