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The Soldier

The soldier ant The army ant A society, a race By touch, sense and smell Each knowing it’s place Organisation, comradeship The serving of their queen A living mass of tens of thousand Performing as one being No arguing, no bitterness No ego, no esteem Just a living mass of meat eaters Working as a team Maybe so and maybe not But could we learn from this Society together Sealed with a kiss X

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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