Let the Ants Be Your Teacher
The builder of the Devil's workshop
Polishes her tools with each sweat
got from the pains of her slaves in chains.
They accept her comfort
in exchange for her dominion.
They sign their own doom
just because the seal looks attractive.
They take their own freedom
and sacrifice it on her alter
then stay dormant, awaiting her slaughter.
Never wanting their skins
to feel sour
nor their muscles
to feel stretched.
A little task
is magnified
as swimming from sea to sea.
A little thinking
is equated to breaking
mount Everest bit by bit.
They want to see the world
without taking a single step,
and wanting to reap
without ever sowing.
No wonder,
to be as fast as the turtle
is considered a great achievement to them.
And they care not
that they are less industrious than the dead sea.
No one was born
with clogged feet
nor existed from birth
with tied hands.
Learn from the Ants
and understand why
they are the most uncountable,
observable beings in the face of the Earth.
Rise up then, oh you Joker!
or be handed over
to the prison of everlasting poverty.
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