Such tenacity is required
To even
tolerate
These
single-celled creatures
It is
our impotence
And not
our pity
Or love
for them
That
prevents a massacre
The
ability to withhold
To
suppress and fossilise this
Hatred
Of such
abject stupidity
An
unenviable skill
Allowing
us to falsify our
True
intentions
The
further down you dig
The
deeper into silence you go
Words
becoming piss in the wind
It is
only now action that counts
And
like the Zen masters of old
If you
are unable or unwilling
To act
Remain
in sacred silence
Until
the time to conquer arrives
Such
tenacity is required
To even
tolerate
These
single-celled creatures
What
tenacity
It is
often too heavy a burden to bear.