A soliloquy for the minor beings

I committed multiple murders today,
And became a serial killer,
Nothing metaphorical here,
Literally killed many,
Dunno how many families were affected
By those deaths,
Or is the system different,
But then we would all be sinners, won't we?
After all, I'm sure I'm not the only one
Killing ants to save his rations,
Drowning them in acid and watching them
Die with satisfaction.
I have a rationale
Which applies to my dimension,
But does that mean,
Ours is the only dimension that matters?
A similar event among humans would trigger
An international crises
And we would wonder what the world is coming to
With all its religion and politics.
But the size and specie of beings,
Now seems to be directly proportionate
To the magnitude of their tragedy,
A man killed by a car leads to the devastation
of a family and immense grief,
A row of ants stepped upon
Simply dirty the shoes,
Is this what Kalyuga is about?

Verse: Life is a broadband server

Life is a broadband server,
Steady and smooth when you're just surfing through,
Every link opens with a click, without a moment's delay,
But the moment you need it for a crucial use,
Next thing you realize is that the connection's blown away,
You fret and fume and curse and swear,
But you know the loss's beyond repair,
"Make hay while the sun shines",
"How cliched," you used to say,
But it's better to upload and save your stuff while you can,
Or be a smartass now and later pay ...