A simple long queue of ants
Great struggle require to construct it
Gather food to survive
Never too late to work
Apprehensive of countless sacrifices
They make for their every endeavor
Nothing can carve them up
Nor quell
Never they seem to swing their lead
What they do to make both ends meet
They not whine nor spit venom
Attribute to the superiority of purpose
Life is name of struggle, love and aim
Not of hatred, nor of proud and shame
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