Ants

A billion ants all march'd in line Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry For these poor creatures, world stops not And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop. A billion ants all beat 'n' broke Their minds be torn, their souls revoked Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust. A billion ants whom time forgot Exploited, wreck'd, and left to rot They work'd their lives for scarce reward Their souls unbless'd by love, nor lord. Three million more seek death or dole Becometh not more hopeless souls Thou master scorns and leaves to rot This dreadful world that they know not.