I have been brutally seperated,

From my family members.

It all happened when,

Someone took a brooom's end,

And hit us repeatedly.

My family is still together,

But I have been cut off,

They will die as one,

But I've been left alone,

And that surpasses the pain I feel.

I don't know how,

Someone could be so wicked,

As to hit us repeatedly,

Though all we did was nothing.

We didn't kill or steal,

We were only lying in wait,

For flies, so we could eat.

Tell me, Is that a sin?

Oh! Men are too wicked,

They kill one another,

In what they call war,

Though they have cut alizard's tail,

But they cannot destroy my tale.

I'm beginning to get feeble,

So I won't be able to say much more.

Those ants will soon come a lot of them,

To drag me away,

And soon I'll be at their mercy.

Those ants you know,

Are the same ones,

That I wiped off,

When I was still in the family,

When I still had power.

This world is rough!

We kill ants and flies,

Men kill us too.

But we can't kill men,

So the kill one another.

Alas they ants have prevailed,

I have been dragged to the anthill,

And the Queen Ant is inspecting me.

What hope have I?

None, but publish my tale, let men know how we feel.