She crushed her heel on a beetle
For no other reason than it was there,
And when I raised my objection,
She laughed and said she didn't care
Such casual cruelty is not so attractive
And can only be countered by prayer
We pray for devine forgiveness
And compassion for the creatures down there.
That beetle was a thing of great beauty
Like flowers that sing to the sun
All things have there place in creation
All sparks of the infinite one.
Thou shall not kill was the commandment
But as compassion flowers within
You realise this thing applies to all creatures
Not just those in the likeness of him.
Now the walls in her heart leave her broken
a i cry while standing outside
awake to yourself my lost lover
until then i'll try to abide.

                                                                     infinite compassion