ANTHILLS*

Because you don't hear our voice
Don't think we don't talk to our kind
About how your wickedness cost us blood
When the rain does flood.

Our tents you destroy
Just because you can
Whereas you still need us;
A special delicacy of protein at supper.

Yet our resolve to survive against it all
Never matter how many anthills you fall
We shall sound the call
To rebuild our broken walls.

Even if nature doesn't judge the call
As unjust
We wouldn't waste our breath
To argue our cause
It's a curse.

We go back to work with spines that ache and quake
As a duty; we must
Because the rains would soon be again
And it cost me pain
To tell you how it aches to build what's built again.

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#winks.