The ant

I jabbed my pencil,
Right into the middle.
The ant squirmed,
Pinned down, helpless.

I twisted the pencil,
The ant too.
Then, in the insanity,
A sane thought,
And I let go.

I watched it crawl,
Back broken.
Trying to escape,
My future wrath.

Nothing its offence,
Nothing its sin.

I regret!
For a moment,
I did what I did,
Just so I can.
Power, power,
With no justification.

To be born an ant,
The ant didn’t choose!