'Kill them!' she said. 'Kill them all!', she said with more conviction.
There was a perverse joy in her eyes, a perfect future in her vision.
She stomped on them, she jumped with joy.
Her little act had effect, many hundreds died.
She knew they needed to be destroyed, they were pests!
They were not supposed to eat her candy, now the whole lot was infested.
'Kill them!' She shouted with a sadistic pleasure, she was the queen.
This was her ruling and approved by her friends.
The problem seemed small at first, just the few hundred of the minute pests.
But, then after a few hundred that she stomped, she saw the rest.
Something had changed, they were not scattering anymore.
They seemed not scared anymore.
One could, with some effort, feel the pain.
One could, with some effort, hear their cries, in vain.
One could, with some effort, understand their anger.
One could, with no effort at all, sense the danger.
They marched, with a determination, towards unruly feet.
They marched, with vengeance, they would not accept defeat.
They marched, with war cry, 'Kill them!'
They marched, ignoring last pleas of her kind, 'Kill them all!'
