To The Ant Poem by Kebe Iwara
To The Ant
Little body mighty heart
building barns and building caste
amusement revolts in my heart
at the wake of your
centaur path.
Oh little drudge
how subliminate i thought of you
but how sublime
i wake to see
everyday at dawn
labourers sheen and keen
while the hoppers bump
little body mighty heart
how stings your soldiers' blade.
I hailed the king today but- ugh! Monster!
A fretful run
little body mighty heart
amusement revolts in my heart
at the wake of your centaur path.
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4/25/2024 3:30:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
little body mighty heart....... very wise words life is not about the physical but the invicible, not the natural but the supernatural and not untill we realize that.... the ant will still be mighty than us.