Ants

The three piece abdomen, crawling left and right, running down and around, without regard to life. Red and black, they're marching to and fro, never knowing or caring, what you see or may know. It is so effortless and easy, to kill a tiny ant, one step or one squish, against the hot pavement. But are we not, all the same? Wondering unknowing, the results of this life game... One day you're here, perhaps the next day gone. Who gives attention to the one with no home? We crawl and move, about each other. Who lends a hand, to the single mother? Some of us awaken, and leave the helpless mound. But some of us don't, and just simply crawl around.