It is tempting to believe in conspiracy

Then, I remember that to have an enemy

Someone would first need care to give me afflictions

But I’m too ant-sized to receive such attentions.

Thus, I’m forced to conclude I’ve incurred no one’s wrath

And how could I hope to make stars stray from their path?

If I’m too lowly a target for human foes

I don’t cross the mind of forces greater than those.

In a world where good and ill are mostly random

What one deserves, one obtains from others seldom.

Loved less than tides import the indifferent moon

I’m hated so little, it is both bane and boon.