insects.

One billion lives asynchronous,
acting towards uncommon cause.
Broke arms, broke legs, forgotten wings:
daydreams siphoned for products to be dissolved
in too hot turned too cold undrunk tea.

Colonial negligence.
The queen wears her crown:
holding onto hierarchy’s working order.

Dutifully abiding.
The ants come marching one by one:
alone too small to seek a change profound.

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