The Ant, Tired of Being Stepped on, Decides to Speak Up.
I’d never before been
An ant
Under a shoe
That is
Until
I met you.
The way you trod carelessly
Around me
Not caring that I may be
Squeezed
Beneath your shoes.
But I Survived
Though not by chance
Because you should know this
About ants.
We are strong
Exceedingly strong.
Stronger even than you.
We can lift ourselves
Twenty times
But you
You can only lift a spoon
To your greedy lips
As you get fat on
Self-importance
And illusions
And delusions
Of grandeur.
So when all is said and done
I know what I am
I am just an ant
But, what are you?
all rights reserved. copyright Justin W. Price, 2011