Revolution

It was a warm day
No, a sweltering day
By a road
A boy and me, alone

We were just waiting
Patiently, for a bus
By a road
A boy and me, alone

He was restless and sweaty
And clearly not ready
For his life
Just a child, alone

Too young to leave home
Too old to not look ahead
It's his life
Just a child, alone

Ants were scurrying
All about the highway
To and fro
They knew were to go

It was their task in life
To forage sustenance
Work and die
And in the meantime, survive

But the boy knew one thing:
That ants, too, can die
One by one
He crushed the ants

Ants are stronger than they seem
But he didn't notice that
He killed them
Indiscriminately

At least he's politically correct.

I really wanted to speak,
But I could not
Voice my words
The day was too hot

I would have said,
"You may squish a few,
But a million ants would squish you."
The bus came down the road.