The ant hill crumbled as we poured on the water,
Hoping for a better world for our sons and daughters,
The words we spoke flowing through the streets,
Started as trickle now covers the workers feet,
Rubble crashing down as the walls erode,
Not a flicker of remorse from the many was shown,
So the Queen stayed hidden in the depths of her fort,
For she had nothing left but fear the day true freedom was taught.