I Write Poetry

The rebel ant was naturally born
no celebrations were made and no one blew a horn

The rebel ant was fed the whole day
The rebel ant was taught nothing but to obey

The rebel ant learned nothing but orders
The rebel ant saw nothing but borders

Yet as it was growing in its shell
Both borders and orders seemed like a living hell

Questioning was a blasphemy as the elders would state
They said :
"God save the Queen that she decides our fate"
"Serving her majesty is not something to debate"
"You were born daft and her majesty is the great"
"Nobody questions whatever she wears and whenever she ate"

Yet the ant was thinking what happens if it doesn't obey
What happens if it ate, danced, said no or had time to play?
What happens if it didn't help her majesty's will to multiply
What happens if it didn't collect water drops and her majesty went dry

It started to disobey and act careless with rules
kept the food for herself and called the Elders old fools

The more it disobeyed the stronger it became
the more it played the more rules seemed lame

The more it enjoyed the more Elderly threats she had
The more it insists the more followers she had

Playmates and followers joined her more and more
there was food for all and a beautiful life to adore

They also found out that they can even multiply
Without her majesty's sacred womb that went dry

They all live in harmony now together with compassion as their order
They all live happily now together as the skies were their border

Nobody heard anything from the Elders and they were not seen.
Some historians mentioned that they went dry with their Queen.