ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

We wait, trembling with anticipation, as shortly we will launch a surprise attack.
We are as strong as they are weak, and thus we plunder, to prove that we are the masters.
A ripple, a surge of bodies, and we move out en-masse.
Silence reigns supreme as rank after rank of our army moves ever closer.
We reach our goal!
They counter attack!
Fight or die!
I fight!
The living and dying scream aloud, as the hellish battle unfolds.
A snap, a crunch and the claw of the termite embraces me.
I shall not return to the ant hill.