Wandering profusely in search of guidance,
To curb the spirit of hardworking decadence.
Landed me in the kingdom of Great Ant.
He humbly welcomed me with endless smile
And led me to his beautiful sweet-scented palace
Under the sun, offered me a tattered mat
Where he served me with my own sweat.
Walking with me around his cottage
Were words flowing without stoppage
All creation were created with a given task to perform
Their various lives in order to transform
Why then all but few have distinguished themselves?
Collectively we gather your leftovers
In every season without leisure
We labour hard in all sumer
To gather food for the winter
Carrying weights twenty times our body
Without losing hope through this winding journey
Not for pleasure but to coordinate better response to disaster
Will you be surprised if our forefathers toil is with us?
Young man, unlike other creatures you were waved with a powerful brain
To vote for different ways to gain
With the aid of the two instrumental hands
That we will only live on the access on your farmlands
Why then the Holy scripture refer you back to us?
Poet-Musah@2020
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