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!