Inhuman Poem by Ima Ryma

Inhuman



Farmers just want to farm their farms,
But mercenaries force them to
Pay up for protection from harms
That mean marauders want to do.
The mercenaries do control
Some weapons of mass destruction,
That on marauders take a toll,
And soon that attack is all done.
The farmers have made the beat deal,
Out of two choices, neither good.
The mercenaries only steal,
Part, not all, of their livelihood.

Typical humans at first glance,
But it's about species of ants.

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