they rise;
powered by suddenly-sprouted
Feet! Taste! Sight!
Run, let us run.
Children fueled by the sun -- too many, too many.
They swarm
causing harm, they destroy -- too many, too many.
Without care
Unaware, they scream "More more more!".
Gang, would you please go elsewhere?
You there, leading the charge.
You are small, I am large.
But you're many; I'm only one
(with a pressurized spray gun!)
Before I deploy it
you have one more chance:
Go outside with your dance!
What's that you reply?
"I can't. I'm an ant."