We Are Ants
You refused to give us one of your
Whiskers for electricity
Living in a conducive mansion,
While we steadily bites the mother earth
To open; a hole, a home we called city.
Again, you said no to our request
We made ever from the start of things,
That you may give us one of your
Feathers for shelter
Living in a conducive mansion
While we dig rocks with hardened heart.
See as our soldiers lifted up you,
You shall be made a sumptuous meal.
That fat on decayed debris
And declined our humble plea,
Let's feed on you, though not to feed to fat
Because, we are ants.
Udekwe Chikadibia Johnmary
(No omen no Jeomen)
Thank God my Muse is BACK!
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