Remains

Seven days a week,
The lifetime of a housefly,
It's existence so definite,
Yet the potential is infinite,
And it's passion for dirt is reknown,
The impact is enormous,
Not because for a single fly,
It's the teamwork embraced by the fly kingdom.
Safari ants like their name,
Are in constant motion,
Active as a hungry hyena,
Aggressive* like an ostrich whose abode is on fire,
Loyal to the queen to risk their lives,
Brilliant to have food stores for the future,
Yet the skinny ants are blind!
The honey-makers,
Musicians,buzzers,
Busy cleaning,protecting and searching for livelihood,
Whose loyalty calls for a wounded rear in an attack,
Ready to die en mass,
To guard what they believe in.
An end is unpredictable,
Unless its a movie,novel or mass,
Human life is so precious,
However,its oozing out so easy,
If the flies,safari ants and bees live purposeful,
Our mandate is larger,to live a trail,
And as we mourn and celebrate a life,
As we place the remains six feet downwards,
We should have the memory clear,
And have the visible remains forever.