Escape of the Spider Mohamud Verjee Poetry
I think spiders have such grace Can’t understand why others scream At their mere appearance Generating a fright index “Ooh, a spider, get it away, get rid of it” As an unwitting helper starts the affray With a swipe of a magazine Swish, swish, “I think I’ve got it” As a crumpled, hapless creature Sinks to the floor, brute force wins But what harm did it give rise to Apart from an unfounded fear? Legs curled beneath, body now in a ball Paid the price just because it was observed Ruthlessly, needlessly displaced in the assault Irreparable damage possible, done on a whim Have you no soul, no heart, no love of life Would you destroy anything else in a moment? Simply because you had no reason or liking Understanding nothing of this little creature
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