Dear Defeat, 

 

You think yourself 

strong,

insurmountable. 

 

You puff out your

chest, 

proud. 

 

Your stagnant

pride is 

your downfall. 

 

You will fall by

your own hand. 

 

Humanity is a lousy 

looser.

But we are a great

ego-bruisser. 

 

So come for us, 

with weapons drawn, 

and we shall fight. 

 

Because the bite of the ant 

has toppled armies 

 

and you are one small mite.