Onward Marching Ants

At first
we tried
to be Kind
We covered
cracks
And rubbed
mint oil
To warn
the Ants
that they were
overstepping
In our homes

But Ants
are sometimes
Stubborn
I guess
Because they
still kept
marching through
every boundary we
clearly marked
Taking it
one step
too far

Not only that
But they came in
Hordes
And began
Devouring
Anything we made.
Everything we had.

And they didn’t
listen
To our polite
reminders
that what they
were doing was
Wrong
And they didn’t
stop
when we warned
them that
we would have to
get angry instead

So then we started
pushing back
No more covering cracks.
No more mint oils.
They became
an angry Mob
And began
crawling
all over us
To send the
message
that they were
in charge
And we had better
get in line

So now we battle
constantly
With hordes of
Onward
Marching
Ants
And we must now
ignore
their protests
That we
are causing
Trouble
When we should
just abide

But we say
No!
A loud, resounding
No!

You forgot
those days
of mint oils
and politeness
And ask us to
now forget
these days of
Onward
Marching
Ants

But we cannot
Forget.
And we have not
Forgotten.
So now
what are we
to do?

We must now
March
Onward
Just like you
Ants

And when we
meet.
In the middle
Remember,
when this all
began:
We covered the
cracks you made
And we gave you
mint oils
And you
gave us
Disdain