The Ants Poem by Randy McClave

If red and black ants are placed in the very same container
Nothing will ever happen to them, which is a no-brainer
Though they are of different colors they are all still ants
And unto each other in anger they will not advance
They are ants and their needs and wants are basically the same
From the same heritage and beginnings they all had came
They crawl around moving and working in and on the dirt
Never ever of their own type will they ever kill or hurt.
But, if you shake that jar the ants will then start killing
Rage and anger is all that they are then feeling
The black and the red ants will then see each other as enemies
Even when they have lived in peace for centuries.
Red ants will then believe that the black ants are their foe
And the black ants will then see the red ants as enemies they know
But, the one thing that they never knew thus far
That the real enemy is the person who had shook the jar.

The same is also true in our very own society
Which is true and factual in the same type of reality
Before we ever start hating and then fighting each other
Especially because of a different color of our sister or a brother.
Let us think what had brought us here to this hate or action
Let us think are we being used as a hating faction,
Then let us remember and then let us read from Aristotle
And then let's look about us, and then let us see who shook the bottle.

Randy L. McClave