Brushed swept tumbling <br />from a thousand stories high <br />and land fall upon stable legs <br />while man stumbles <br />a few imperial feet <br />and suffer pain <br />mere metres and death may await <br />come upon him <br /> <br />while I anti bounce back <br />resistant built into my model <br />giant shoes tread mine earth <br />kill crawling things <br />whether accident or purposefully <br />I am anti <br />Ant I am<br /><br />vox populous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anti-2/
