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Published: 2011-12-29 13:35:05 +0000 UTC; Views: 178; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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Grey ants on streets of dust and iceAll following their queen convention
Some hidden arms and silenced cries
Spirits are broken, close to extinction
Slowly words flow
Their power was stolen
Where childrens' eyes glow
Adults' faces are frozen
Too long ago all beauty was lost
The present a tool to carve a grey future
Your weary mind dies with the frost
A slow and common torture
You learn to buckle, learn to bow
And how the future's important
But all grey ants forget to grow
As only dreams make potent
So raise your eyes against steel sky
And fight against those chains
No need your wings if you can fly
Just by accepting your names
Stand tall for what and who you are
And change that grey for colour
Then spring break will not be too far,
And after spring comes summer.
