I walked up our driveway,
To post a letter to Aunt May
I saw a slug moving slowly,
A path of slime along its way
How small it looked to me
With a body naked, soft 'n fragile
I could squash this tiny refugee,
Slugs are neither quick or agile
To the slug I was a looming giant
Ten thousand times its puny size
Yet it moved along ever defiant,
Caring not I might be its demise
Did it know I would not harm or kill?
Violence was not for one like me to do?
A long slug's life it might yet fulfill?
Lest it meet the bottom of my shoe?
That day a life was mine to spare;
Mercy mine to give!
I understood a simple truth (though rare)
'Live and let live'
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sick, clarity and peace in our time.