The infantry advanced,
The artillery it rumbled.
A Great War was raging
Even stout hearts now they stumbled.
Low on the battlefield
Beneath the trench and wire
Stood this tiny order
Surrounded by blasts and fire.
Upon it emerged one
Too small to see at first glance,
Not possible to hear,
Calmly speak as bullets danced,
“You’re clearly dangerous,
Though that will not deter me.
I will carry on here,
Your fued does not concern me.”
So on that bloody day
But one maintained his honor.
To choose one evil side
The anthill did not bother.
And when the smoke had cleared
A sea of great things killed,
Just one thing was created,
What the ant did build.