Those Above
- Gabriel Gonzalez
- Nov 15, 2021
- 1 min read
To us,
the marching of ants
makes no sound.
To them,
a bustling parade
where each colonist
proudly displays
their sugary-sweet fruits or
nutritious bundles
of green leaves
atop their small
black bodies.
To us,
their existence is confined
to a mere small, dirty hill.
To them,
their world where
they bow in reverence
to their beautiful,
holy
queen.
To us,
a rotting apple
swarming with
innumerable pests.
To them,
a beautiful harvest
where not even
the poorest servant
will starve.
To us,
an annoyance.
To them,
their lives.
To us,
our lives.
To Them,
an annoyance.
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