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
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