"From above, we all look like ants."
Oh ant, chief ant, you're crawling lowbeneath a bush, hid from Lord Sun;
His heat; His light; and heaven's glow;
Your soldier ants, their fighting done,
are damned from now to the end of days
for following orders and your word;
And Lord Sun beats with His hot rays
upon their heads; oh ant, unstirred,
if you truly care about their lives,
give new orders: turn, and rout,
return, soldier ants, to your hives;
It's not cowardice, the truth will out:
the bush is burning bright enough
to hide Lord Sun's eternal light
for now; But soon, in just a puff,
the bush will die, and what's right
will come to be once more for all;
Chief ant, you stay beneath the bush
but you'll never hear another call,
you'll pass on, and Lord Sun will push
once more across a deep blue sky
and shine His light upon the ground,
but it's up to us if we shall die,
if we fade away without a sound.
posted by chelonius @ 19:07
1 Comments:
Are we not like ants, being herded from place to place, being told what to do, not having a mind of our own? Unfortunately the Unintitiated are like this, those mired in the abyss of banality cannot seek the sanctity of Cosmic Consciousness, they are slaves to the society in which they find themsleves
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