Forum Post: Poetic Parable of the Red Amazonian Ants

I wonder if many know of this crafty red species That makes another black one clean up its feces Bring them food and tend to their babies They don’t even let them have ladies The reds don’t work much except to give the orders The blacks toil in the reds kingdom trapped in their borders Never knowing they’ve been deceived I wonder if they’d be relieved To find out the truth of their plight How when they were in the egg their was a fight The reds took their army of mostly black drones To raid another kingdom’s thrones The peaceful blacks did fight back But I think the reds’ venom do they lack The black kingdom fell and their babies were taken Only to be slaves the reds keep making Maybe God wants us all To keep learning how to make other kingdoms fall But I think we’ve taught ourselves this quite well For it does make our egos swell To know our kingdom is the best Because it gives no other kingdoms rest To keep up their defenses they must No other kingdom can they trust I wonder if God’s gavel fell Would all those reds ants go to hell?