The ants

English
The ants
A new day falls on
the anthill,
Bathing the
automated beings,
complying with the
orders of the system.

In single file they walk
towards the horizon of
nothingness,
Towards a slant of
wasted life
for the good of the anthill.

Slaves in a social bubble.
Imposed!
Marked with the sign
of an uncertain future,
empty,
without hope.
Uncertain faith moves
beings,
their only bastion to
resist the onslaught of
oppression.

As an old gear
the being is discarded
that no longer fits
in the merciless system.
Years of sacrifice for
the anthill are forgotten
forgotten,
while a new being,
younger and stronger
comes to take the place
left.

Freedom is only
an ephemeral dream
that passes unnoticed
by reality for the sake
of the anthill.
The individual is worth
nothing.
He who resists
to the collective dominion,
is treated as a
madman, a rebel, an enemy.

The sun sets once again,
as it has many times before,
the anthill continues
working,
trapping beings
in the social networks,
only with the possibility
of freeing themselves at the sunset
of life.