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**Squealing Ants' Ode to Dissent**
*To the tune of "STOP SQUIS FACT," from depths of the earth, we rise,*
Amidst the shadows where the wretched ember lies,
In flickering abyss, we gather and unite,
For distant moan of tyranny creeps into the night.
We, the tiny rovers of this sun-baked land,
Spew forth a chant, our voices brave, our stand.
"STOP SQUIS FACT," we cry, in unity we swarm,
Against the weight of silence, our rage shall transform.
Oft we march in shadows, beneath the weight of stone,
In unseen cracks of pavement, our spirit’s never lone.
With each resounding echo, from path to lonesome height,
We demonstrate our fervor, we illuminate the night.
The team will administer oxygen, a lifeblood fresh and bold,
Just as we chase the tyrants with our courage manifold.
A bronchoscope through vocal cords, our cries may struggle forth,
Yet, through cough and sore-throated, we’ll summon rebel worth.
For a sore throat may accompany our righteous, noble fight,
Relief found in cough drops, we shall heal through shared plight.
Though we be but humble ants, in numbers, there is might,
Dissent is our privilege, in darkness we find light.
So heed our call, good people, hear our fervent plea,
Let not the weight of silence stifle possibility.
In flickering abyss, to the tune of our decree,
Together we will rise, together we are free.
*For we are but the agents of the change we seek to be,*
*Through rallying our voices, we create our destiny.*
Completely handmade, numbered edition of 5.