Human ants

Ants in a big ant heap

Waiting for their sins to weep

Hoping He’s protecting us

Forgiving our sins, thus

The burning eye who’s above

Saving from hell’s shove

Persecutor and judge
Without cruelty or grudge

But when She’s here

With her sickle and bier 

For Who’s poor, who’s in clover
Hope and fears, all it’s over...