In your yard, there are ants.
You may not notice them at first,
For they are relatively insignificant.
While the grass may wither,
Or else appear as a suffering
Scarcity of life,
The ants remain, always.
They have nowhere to go and
No means to escape.
How could they?
Yet, they manage to keep themselves busy.
With so much to explore and
So much to do,
They’ve relegated themselves to
Their petty squabbles.
They made time itself, in their own way.
Shaping it into their twisted view,
Allotting for meager values.
Inciting stress in themselves, superfluously.
When you think about it,
They seem so strange.
They reject much change,
Stuck in their ways.
They fight horrifically
Over trivial things.
Their knowledge is boundless,
Yet limited to their binary beliefs.
And don’t even get me started on humans.
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“World of Ants”
February 9, 2024
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Michael Casarez, Co-Sports Editor, Photo Editor
Michael Casarez is a senior and veteran journalist of The Clarion in his third year. He is the newspaper's Co-Sports Editor, Photo Editor, and reporter. He has a multitude of interests spanning an array of topics, including athletics, academics and music. He aspires toward higher education and maintains particular fascination in the fields of history and medicine. Former and future occupation: ROCKSTAR!