They Run

They run throughout the underground of their world,working under the microscope of their superiors,some are workers and the ones that are not, are royalty. In their own little world,tunnels stockpiling and consuming all in its path,for the seasons seem short of the efforts that are needed.Fire has ravished through our homes in abundence of unexpected proportions,some were lost brothers,sisters, parents and friends,but we raged forward with determination to rebuild what was lost and are now stronger than ever.We will allways survive somewhere,if not here.To the people trying to steal our rights to live in an equal world where we are all respected and loved.I leave you with this They Run.Brad 01/25/09 I wrote this for Bones who is having a major Ant problem in his Backyard.