Through Crowded Hordes Of Aphid. Poem by Keight Hockey

as one finds light, its shrowded by crowded hordes of aphid,
and noone ever bothers to look, because they're all so languid,
its rare to see anyone actually work, to get what theyve yielded,
for behind the facade of mediocity theyre secreted,
despite the fact this is due to how they've been deceited,
theres a feeling that they've just become so defeatist,
and in a society where the minority are so elitist,
it seems such a crime that, they fail to compete like this.