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WE ARE NOT ANTS

In a system broken by Billionaires. We are warriors coming with a million ant colonies built atop each other.

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published about a year ago 1 min read
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This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.

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We are not ants

In a system broken by Billionaires.

We are warriors coming with a million ant colonies built atop each other.

[Intro – Whispered, over ambient hum]

They said the system was broken.

Then they broke it more.

[Verse 1 – The Divide]

No food in the fridge.

No pills in the cabinet.

No doctor who’ll see you

without a card that bleeds.

While they sip champagne

on decks of floating cities,

counting tax breaks

like blessings from a god

they bought.

[Verse 2 – The Theft]

They take from the hungry

to feed the gluttons.

Steal from the sick

to fund another mansion.

They call it policy.

We call it pain.

[Chorus – The Truth]

We are not ants.

We are not disposable.

We are not background noise

to their empire’s soundtrack.

[Verse 3 – The Reckoning]

We are the mothers

who remember.

The elders

who still rise.

The children

who dream in fire.

[Bridge – The Shift]

They forgot:

Ants build colonies.

Ants carry ten times their weight.

Ants swarm.

[Outro – Rising]

So let them laugh

from their towers.

Let them toast

on their yachts.

We are the storm

they forgot to fear.

And we are coming.

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Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli