The Exemplary Love In Ants Poem by Olusegun Sotade

It is heavy not to envy the harmony of loving ants.
So we need to harry ourselves in hurry for helping hands.
Isn't it funny the levy we pay for every pant
we exert in isolated valley to bury the ordained unity-bind?

Why are we so blind to find the peace of mind
in the kind relationship defined by smiles our eyes cannot deny?
Why can't we feel the zeal to help our brother's heels
in climbing a hill in progressive yield to the top-fill?

Shame on our acts as ants tread the path of fact
we depart from in pat to impact the assurance for a better path
which we are yet to extract as experts whose juvenile delinquency is intact
in 'grown-infant' pattern we contact in no distant part.

Ants move big objects by love in which they engulf
their stands to evolve as unstoppable giant bound in love.
You can never gleam enough, the wisdom involved
in synergy of no bluff enshrouded in this love glove.

Isn't it a wonder as ants wander in no asunder?
They match from border to border by no commanding order.
Yet we, the stronger, cannot foster such to correct our blunder
and start to bother about the welfare of our brother.

Let us share love in fear of God.
Brotherhood wares are the wears we all got,
for we bear the undiluted cheers in our brother's guts.
If ant could share great love in its size, we should spread it in full glut.