two on an anthill
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two on an anthill
Two in An Ant Farm
You're conscious in this ant farm
And I am conscious too:
It may be just the two of us...or more?
But is there something one should do?
You're conscious in this ant farm
And I am conscious too:
But all of anthill history is filled
With 'rebels' punished, silenced, killed.
We're conscious in this ant farm
And who knows what to do?
I know of many creatures who would
Dictate for the 'all or 'few' ..
You're conscious in this ant farm:
It does not matter much to me;
If other claims are just insane
Or Truth beyond our Misery
I'm conscious in this ant farm
If others tyrannized
Regarding what was right or wrong
That's just so many lies
We're conscious in this ant farm
Some 'authorities' claim 'astute"
Hard always to cling to 'self''
Or 'soul' or 'things' or 'love' or even 'cute''
Ah conscious in this ant farm
I often feel so weak
As if with in thousand thousand years
I could not begin to truly speak.
Both conscious in this ant farm
You claim i'm more than 'strong':
If true a better thing perhaps
Than merely to belong?
Two conscious in this ant farm:
Despite torments , guilt and rage:
My gratitude concludes this poem
And fills up half a page.
You're conscious in this ant farm
And I am conscious too:
It may be just the two of us...or more?
But is there something one should do?
You're conscious in this ant farm
And I am conscious too:
But all of anthill history is filled
With 'rebels' punished, silenced, killed.
We're conscious in this ant farm
And who knows what to do?
I know of many creatures who would
Dictate for the 'all or 'few' ..
You're conscious in this ant farm:
It does not matter much to me;
If other claims are just insane
Or Truth beyond our Misery
I'm conscious in this ant farm
If others tyrannized
Regarding what was right or wrong
That's just so many lies
We're conscious in this ant farm
Some 'authorities' claim 'astute"
Hard always to cling to 'self''
Or 'soul' or 'things' or 'love' or even 'cute''
Ah conscious in this ant farm
I often feel so weak
As if with in thousand thousand years
I could not begin to truly speak.
Both conscious in this ant farm
You claim i'm more than 'strong':
If true a better thing perhaps
Than merely to belong?
Two conscious in this ant farm:
Despite torments , guilt and rage:
My gratitude concludes this poem
And fills up half a page.
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