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The Tragedy of The Ant
Their cries so shrill, the birds refuse to sing
Their pain so tragic, there shall be no spring
Their lives cut short; it’s of a tragic sort
Their voices ignored; it seems quite absurd
We notice not as homes are destroyed
We notice not as families are broken
We notice not the horrors unspoken
We notice not what they could have enjoyed
Their fear runs rampant, an ongoing apocalypse
Their light ever dimmed, an undying eclipse
Their strong grow weary; an underestimated theory
Their nightmares come true; nothing they can do
Try as they might, they’ll win not this fight
Try as they must, they’ll soon be turned to dust
Try as they will, soon there’ll be none left to kill
Their cries so shrill, the birds refuse to sing
Their pain so tragic, there shall be no spring
Their lives cut short; it’s of a tragic sort
Their voices ignored; it seems quite absurd
We notice not as homes are destroyed
We notice not as families are broken
We notice not the horrors unspoken
We notice not what they could have enjoyed
Their fear runs rampant, an ongoing apocalypse
Their light ever dimmed, an undying eclipse
Their strong grow weary; an underestimated theory
Their nightmares come true; nothing they can do
Try as they might, they’ll win not this fight
Try as they must, they’ll soon be turned to dust
Try as they will, soon there’ll be none left to kill