Even while the life of the veld continues, the hatred of the few changes everything.
Constructors of great renown
Towers of red rock soil
Sky scrapers that shadow the land
Ants can tunnel out to fly
Aerobatic mating rites
The final flight to death
For dark queen underground
Ants aren't always good at building
Sun cracked columns crumble down
Dry dust columns of endless toil
Its erosion they don't understand
Ants seem to have to try
To build upwards out of sight
Effort to their dying breath
The dry air rattles at the sound
So we give to ants the right to make
Majestic castles in the air
That desiccate to hollowed pit
For aardvark to excavate
To trap the unwary passing by
To trip and bring the hunter down
Or grab the wheel of secret truck
That comes to rape the land
It doesn't matter what they take
It's just the fact they do not care
With dead contempt they choose to spit
On youth who learn the ways to hate
The world beneath a cobalt sky
Where death wish wears a sticky crown
In a kingdom made to groan and suck
The life from all they understand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 01:42
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Ants
Ants show extremes of engineeringConstructors of great renown
Towers of red rock soil
Sky scrapers that shadow the land
Ants can tunnel out to fly
Aerobatic mating rites
The final flight to death
For dark queen underground
Ants aren't always good at building
Sun cracked columns crumble down
Dry dust columns of endless toil
Its erosion they don't understand
Ants seem to have to try
To build upwards out of sight
Effort to their dying breath
The dry air rattles at the sound
So we give to ants the right to make
Majestic castles in the air
That desiccate to hollowed pit
For aardvark to excavate
To trap the unwary passing by
To trip and bring the hunter down
Or grab the wheel of secret truck
That comes to rape the land
It doesn't matter what they take
It's just the fact they do not care
With dead contempt they choose to spit
On youth who learn the ways to hate
The world beneath a cobalt sky
Where death wish wears a sticky crown
In a kingdom made to groan and suck
The life from all they understand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 670 times
Written on 2012-03-29 at 01:42
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