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Pharaoh’s Soldiers
From underground bunker emerged them
gritty pawns, ravenous females they are,
with nails-fitted clubs sprouting from their heads.
Marshaled by stern scouts; skirting here, there.
Screaming inaudible instructions,
soldiers with sharp pincers tipped with chemicals,
(enough to make Saddam go green, and Bush red)
led them on.
In centuries they marched, six legged beasts,
swiftly unto conquest. Clawing, gnawing, tearing,
unleashing their deadly arsenals.
I winced in my sleep, and jumped off my bed.
Intensely, I fought to shake-off scores,
gallant they are, who clung on, creating more bumps.
Pains shot up my spine, sleep escaped my eyes.
I looked down in awe,
numerous, honey-colored mass,
on white parade ground, that was my bed,
in frenzy, and unending jubilation.
Monomorium pharaonis -
Pharaoh’s Ants - have claimed another victory.
Please let me know what you think of the poem. Critique appreciated. 
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