THE ANT ANALOGY
Yesterday I saw in the ants
Whole of my country's poor workers;
Toil hard, take and store, for a rainy day as they say.
But any heavyweight stands on
All the precious provisions are gone.
The rain too when heavy
Washes away the savings in tantivy.
Ants do not intend to bite to cause pain
But attempt, bit by bit, to make a gain,
By scratching on the salty sweaty skin
And searching for their food;
But are unfortunately pressed to death for good.
With heavy pressure.
The poor like the ants constantly seek
But continue to be weak;
The poor like the ants constantly store
But never have more
When you have a purse quite heavy
You have the poor to chivvy and skivvy,
With a dream and hope so crazy,
That the world may become topsy-turvy.