In the blink of an eye, the world spins
On it’s axis, slowly and wisely,
Turning night into day and back again,
As from space no-one can be seen,
No building is there,
And nothing you can hear.
When back on earth they ants are king
Collecting and foraging for their daily bread
Walking a needle breath’s distance,
The march of 1 million lives, for protection
Is needed, from soldiers to workers
When needed the scorpion will be devoured.
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