SOUL KILLER
by Remedios Dorio
One day I break an egg
And fry it in a frying pan,
As it frizzles and sizzles I feel guilty,
For somehow the egg seems complaining to me.
"Oh, My! I am not yet born,
but you murder me already,
killing my soul to be!"
I am stun and shock to realize I am a murderer,
I lost my appetite, I feel guilty,
Wondering how may souls I did kill already?
Sorry but I am so hungry,
Pity egg but I must eat you really,
If I am born a soul killer,
So let it be!