Ants Poem by Daniel Solan
Ants
You are all worker ants
and the tunnels you dig will be
remembered by no-one,
a fake destiny.
Happy happy ups and downs,
a cover for young eyes.
Events of nothingness
feed hungry lies.
My stomach is full
and i don't want desert...
maybe just a bite
i love the taste of dirt.
Friday, October 24, 2008
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4/26/2024 12:44:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem is actually based around observing the majority of the human population working for a goverment that has no good intentions for us. 'Loving the taste of dirt' line refers to not wanting to abide but having no choice.