March Forward, Ants,
in a perfect row and column,
wearing the ties and,
holding the bags,
hiding the eyes,
shutting the ears,
picking up the bits,
rom the enormous plates,
your third eye is opaque,
your tongues are mortgaged,
your freedom is shrunk,
you have found the peace,
after consuming the nectar,
mixed with insecticides,
Forward March! Ants,
either to eat or to mate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems that most of us are just ants. Thanks, Veeraiyah