We march, for we are many legion We care not for the pains of death or season Our intent has but one single solitary mission To bend you all to our inevitable submission
Do not dare to fight, or stand in our relentless path We put out the coals in your life’s pathetic hearth We are fearless, our quest never undiminished For what we start we will surely always finish
We have no single mind for we are a collective We have no friends we remain non selective Our only aim is to secure our future young We saviour your retreat once we have begun
We are not cruel we treat all the same Death to everything that it is our only aim Can you not hear us, feel our numbing sting To us your cries of demise are a hollow ring
Do not dare resist in any way, to live, take flight For you are mere fodder, we protect our right We do not hear your deathly screams or rants For we are legion, for we are soldier ants
Hi, trurorob, The lines Can you not hear us, feel our numbing sting To us your cries of demise are a hollow ring certainly set the stage for the deathly screams or rants. Enjoyed the rhyming, too.
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I enjoy the union of this poem. Very good work as usual. T/Y
The lines Can you not hear us, feel our numbing sting To us your cries of demise are a hollow ring certainly set the stage for the deathly screams or rants. Enjoyed the rhyming, too.
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much more sinister...perhaps its a metaphor!!
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We have no friends we remain non selective
brilliant write Rob!
and to the queen they honored. Such instinct, and a complex ordered matrix.
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