The Have's and Have Not's.

the busy, poor world.

How loud and noise this all feels

ants running this way and that.

the top of the canopy filled to the brim with life

birds singing and flapping with glee

while smaller birds wait on the ground,

hopping this way and that,

snatching worms and grubs from the mouths of others.

and they try to fly up high,

but caught in the brambles,

straining to enjoy the sun

the ants on the ground grow tired of their restless servitude,

knowing they were made for more than this. 

they have the strength of five men and yet they slave away.

they know they are stronger, they have felt it

But the scent of the Queen.

the scent of the over fed, bloated, helpless mistress.

it keeps them tethered,

kept coiled to her needs.

but they are done with it.

done with running around

and chasing away despoilers and crooks.

they are done hopping around running this way and that 

for the small grubs they are left,

straining for the tiniest ray of sun.

"THIS IS ENOUGH!!!", they cry.

"WE ARE DONE,

WE HAVE SUFFERED TOO MUCH AT YOUR HAND"

But you don't hear them whispering, "You have taken my past, taken my toils, my fruits of labor, but you will not have my pride. Nor my future.

Author's Note

yep. not sure where i was going for with this. I was at the stone ridge mall while taking in the noise....

Reviews

[Sam Nona]

the ants chase away crooks? nice imagry here. Although, yea, its a little busy...

[Catherine]

But you don't hear them whispering, "You have taken my past, taken my toils, my fruits of labor, but you will not have my pride. Nor my future.
I think this is the heart of the poem.

but it's a little too busy. do you need all of it in there?

[Cerise]

Amzing words...loved it...a very good flow through out..

[EvErEyEs]

If im not mistaken you are trying to portray how small these ants are and the sorrow they are felling as no one else can hear there pleads.
Kinda got stuck on the bird idea but what was said i also liked.

Good write.