Every worm is a martyr,
Every sparrow subject to injustice,
I said to my cat,
Since there was no one else around.
It’s raining. In spite of their huge armies
What can the ants do?
And the roach on the wall
Like a waiter in an empty restaurant?
I’m going in the cellar
To stroke the rat caught in a trap.
You watch the sky.
If it dears, scratch on the door.