Going home

A tiny little ant
Put under a magnifying glass
Examined carefully
For every detail
The legs it has
The way it moves

No escape from the big piercing eyes
Looking for every imperfection
Forgetting about the sun
Thatís scorching it to death

The poor little ant
Just wanted to walk home
Fried alive by pretentiousness and ignorance

Who are we to judge over others and their happiness?
When all we are
Are just a few little ants
Under Godís all seeing eye
Giving us the chance to love