The little worker ants,
           	Tuned in to have,
                          	Their little souls calmed.
Only to find misinformation and incrimination,
           	Instead of prayers for the hurting,
                          	Their little brains became scrambled.
Mystification reined in their thoughts,
           	Which only brought on hatred,
                          	Fueled by their confusion.
No longer did they love their neighbor,
           	For they were different,
                          	And did not fit the mold.
The orange cheese puff and his cronies,
           	Became richer and entitled,
                          	While the workers disintegrated.
 
Roy Richard
February 2025