The movement

The movement
Of little men
In a presidential election
Across the great surface of the earth

Is out of proportion
To the Tsunami of their noise
That travels around the globe

As ants go about their work
Does it not give them a collective headache

And no one would want
To upset the ants
Who are a great army

As for the locusts
Who fly against the direction of the noise
Might not they follow it all the way
And descend
In their millions
Upon the noisemakers

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012