Water pours onto an ant pile
they run, scream, drown, die
Do you see them?
Do you see it?
You are the ants
The one who hides when
the storm comes to wash it all away,
when the earth shakes and the world crumbles,
when the air twists, pulling up the roots.
Man controls the river
Man controls the very land you walk on
Man doesn’t control hurricanes
nor earthquakes nor tornadoes
nor any force of nature
You scream at the world to bend to your will
and it trembles at your voice
But the world screams back
and if you aren’t careful you will be deafened by it.