A colony of ants has but one queen And all the drones act only by her word; Disloyalty is nowhere to be seen, No grumble of complaint is ever heard. The faith of ant in queen is swiftly spurred By simple nature all throughout the hill; Can it be found in men who have free will? Why should a man submit to one above To follow orders calmly with a smile? When ties are close, he may serve out of love, But what about the endless rank and file? The lure of money may work for a while, But soon enough that sweet taste will go sour And purses will run dry that purchase power. The ant knows in his heart the queen is true And never would she contemplate deceit; With such strong faith he works the whole day through Or goes to battle, never to retreat. Though there are rules, a man knows he can cheat, And so suspects all others may as well; This taints his faith like poison in a well. So what, then, is the cure for this distrust? What balm is there to soothe the burning doubt? The man who wishes to be followed must In every action take the highest route. To earn the faith of men and gather clout By promises kept day by day until His honor grows high like the ant-queen's hill. To lead or follow well, each is the same, Though one is at the top and one below; Each keeps faith and brings honor to his name, And with each word and deed his fealty shows. For fealty goes both ways, as wise men know: The queen alone can't have her will fulfilled; A single ant won't know what he should build.
Mirrored from Lorenzo's Workshop.