Ants Poem by Lola Bufala

Ants
We are ants
We scale the face of pebbles
We swim the depths of puddles
We spend our fleeting lives wanting,
nursing a need for power, for wealth
for safety, for love, and to be whole
This need consumes us, consumes our lives
and we search blindly
Fueled by this desire
For something beautiful
to be beautiful
For it is said
that humans are never satisfied
that you give them one thing
and then they want something more
And this wanting, this
need
controls us and we cease to be human anymore
We are animals- insects
We lie
We steal
We kill
to feel whole
We live our lives- our ant lives
being ants
Not men or women
or mothers or fathers
or teachers or doctors or priests
We are creatures who live to have,
to want
so we search for a way to stifle this need
This need that burns our chests
That burns hole into our hearts that must be filled
so we may feel complete
And we search endlessly
for a puzzle piece that is not there
And we all live out our ant lives
small, meaningless and quick
searching to be built up as we tear others down
spending our fleeting moments living
As if we were
Ants