The Ant Poem by Antonio Giorgio

It's cold and sunny standing on the platform waiting for the train to Moorgate Station,
For a moment standing facing the brickwork I see signs of life,
The green moss and bits of earth ants crawling across the stonework,
I wonder what it is to be an ant?
To be so small, to be on my way each day simply searching for food and nothing else,
For the most part equal to all the other ants under the Sun and in the cold,
Not to be judged or know prejudice,
Not to be influenced by petty ideology or wistful philosophy,
Not to feel that I am inferior or not good enough,
But I am good enough for I am small and simply an ant in the grand scheme of things,
And the God that made you made me,
I'm happy now in this tiny form, black skinned and searching for food,
There is a hole in the stonework that leads to chambers where me and my brethren live,
No one can harm us here deep within the Earth,
We live here peacefully without hypocrisy or fear for we are simply ants.