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Go To the Ants:Man's Imagination

‘‘ ...GO TO THE ANTS AND BE WISE.’’ Man's world,his words,man's Imagination: Man's braggdocio is laughable, He proclaims himself the wisest But when we look at him,his ego; We conclude: self praise is crap . What is news to man That has not aged with us? What is his astonishing wonder That is not a native of our colony? Does it not baffle him, Where we find water to erect our temple? If only he knew the number of chambers beneath Then he would realise his pride burgs Are nothing but mere immitations. The industrial revolution he prides Tell me, how old is it with him ? Behold , from the dawn of time We feed this colony with bread Baked from the ageless industry ‘‘Anted’’ by our able work force. How often he cries of idle hands ! How many of them are not empty stomachs? We only look at them and laugh; Though in hundreds of thousand we live, Every hand here is happily engaged. When Smith taught him division of labour Did he claim to be our teacher also ? Yet from the time immemorial Ours is established division of labour : The queen , the soldiers , the workers. His vessels at sea ; and so ? When we choose to migrate On top of seas we sail afloat Defy gravity , defy tempest. What is man’s jet that man is proud of it ? Does he not see our wingers in the air daily ? We do not crash like captain Tom and Jerry, The first class graduates from his aeronutical institute. Some of them brag of their arsenal ; We have this information for them : Snails , snakes and rodents Whose generals once brought war to our nest No sooner they came than they enriched our sausage. But when men carry arms against men And bomb one another at will In our feeling we petition : Where is love among Adams ? Under our one roof thousands live No gun shot, no bomb blast ; No protectionism , no sectionalism; No white , no black; No race , no tribe , no ethnicity; No any chicanery that characterises Man’s daily life. Man's world, his words; his Imagination? For how long will he debate with God? He insists : I am the wisest; God insists : ‘‘... go to ants and be we wise.’’

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