Black Ant
This tiny sinister creature
lives in suit of armour.
The workers everywhere are seen,
obedient to the queen.
She is mother of everyone
and each of them a clone.
Her darling daughters kept sterile
so never are fertile.
Their duty is as spinster there,
never a male to share.
Their role in life, a non-event.
Each one is but servant.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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