We live like ants

Scuttling here and there

With no source of power and no sign of mercy

Because there are too many of us for it to go around

We have hideously muted voices that no one will hear us

Yet our ears are perfect

And we hear the chitin of our exoskeletons crack so very loudly

There is no sympathy for excruciating pain and loss of life

Because there are too many of us for it to go around

But one day we learned to fly

And you were no longer a tower, but an ant

And we gasped at how vulnerable we had appeared to you

In dizzying circles we flew around

Enjoying our choice of who to murder

Who to bomb and who to deprive of existence

And though we heard some and others not

You all appear the same to us

We cannot give you mercy because we have none

There is no mourning for you

No grave to hold your mangled corpse

No voices to sing your praise

And because of this

There is all the world for us