May 12, 2013 by Sez
Bit of a weird one today.
You’d rather hunt the mice than slay the dragons,
And if you drain enough mice of their blood
It is enough to keep a nation strong.
(Apart from all the mice, but then, who cares?)
If you had slayed one dragon. Even one,
We all could have lived in prosperity.
If you had only chased then all away
We all could have survived, each one of us.
But they are beautiful, and hard to kill
And mice live brief, inconsequential lives.
And so you set your traps with poisoned bait,
And call them vermin, laughing as you hunt.
You let them run away, then pounce again.
Until, at last, exhausted by your games,
The mice approach the mousetraps willingly;
Because they are so hungry for release.