We dig our graves
economic slaves
heads in ground
before we're dead
a grumbling sound
and never found
the ants weigh as much
as our whole humanity
and they ´ll etch our skins
if we don't wake up
correct our sins
and promise them
some grateful deed
and mind our feet
a world in need
of dignity! !
Madrason 20 apr 2015 The Ant
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