Anti-Christs crawl among us
Forsoothing parables
Performing anti-miracles
For the ants on our mound
.
Collecting the dead
They make for themselves
Accumulating on
Horizons of chicanery
.
Masters of subterfuge
Falsely granting succor
They crawl cruelly intended
Looming large in duplicity
.
They cross paths with us
In obsequious pretension
Of caring for the weakest
To fell the strong
.
Life amongst us
Requires some trust
In some if not all of us
And with us, anti-them
.
For nobody's fool
Is nobody's friend
Beware the befriends you make
Lest risk ant pile death on Golgotha
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (3)
Oooo, this reminded me of the phrase 'A friend to all, is a friend to none'. Loved your poem!
Yep. Who can you trust? Certainly not our leaders.
This is a really interesting poem. When I read it, I understood that the metaphor of ants is a cry about how humanity treats people.