The ant is always moving
never stopping, never ceasing.

His foraging is his breathing,
selflessly abiding.

Wonderfully though he is never starving,
The Queen is never stealing, storing his hard earnings.

Sharing, helping
is what they are doing.

“Greed is destroying,”
He smirks when he is looking,

At how the giant creatures are storing
Yet some of them are dying

“Where did it go?” he is thinking
“I’m lucky I’m not losing.”

“Their Queen must not be caring
otherwise they would be repairing.”