The Red Ant And The Dead Leaf...
all i did was to protect
rights, i tackled the corresponding obligations.
I am a model citizen.
I teach laws.
a group of giants laugh at me
there is no trampling still, i wait.
their feet are heavy and one foot
one stamp is enough
to wipe me out. I am an ant.
I have not anthill to live.
it never saddens me
and i got enthralled by one of you.
ready to offer
everything i have.
i know how to climb trees
i challenge on of those ivory gods.
the tree gods wait and become curious.
what is this red ant up to?
i will have a good ride on a dry leaf
feel the fallen state
and write about it.
i could be human only if you want to.
she says, don't... we hate humans.
we are ivory towers and we do not feel.
i will be a red ant. The dry leaf is dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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