I saw an Ant
struggle in pain
it went for food
when the rain flood
started dropping
like bombshells
on innocent kids
no clue
of water
ever was
in the land dry
on the roof
it was searching
for some rice or grain
when the dropp of clouds
first landed on its side
the poor thing
it fastly saved
its dear life
with a swifter move
to the drier side
but soon
tattoing the earth
hydro bombs
they stormed upon
the poor creature
it was hunted
for life
by hands of nature
escapes failed
How could the weak ant
fight the rains
in the rivering tide
it lost its life
Ants and humans
lost in the Predator's hunt.
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