Death Of An Insect

They are killed by us everyday

And we don't give them any respect

Then why do we cry when God kills few of us

To him we are also insects

Our life is meaningful to us

But there is no room for all in his design

One killing spray, one bite of poison

Your room is safe and also it shine

We work hard to clean the out

But all the dirt is inside our mind

The cup of this world is full of hate

There is no place for sweet and kind

Sometime I think we are almost as same as insects

We have our roles decided for u

sAnd we still believe there is justice

And that no one will throw us under the bus

As we are bigger and better than they are

We want to kill small things, once and for all

So god is like a human to us

Removing us from this world because we started to fall

:Ishant
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