Below is one of the contest entries.
Only an Ant's blood If only...if only The ants could ever speak a thought, Then the gales wouldn't be the only To lament on the blindness that hate has brought The day Greed took the lonely, They charge at their own, Driven with the anger in their gut And never have they ever known How many ants they crushed. Black is the stream, filled with the blood Of the ones the Valkyries carried away for delight And as the greedy stop and look in dismay They see the trees shrivel from the poison water Too late did they see through their blindness and Greed, For spilled blood and a blade do not make an olive wreath.
— Henry Cheng
All Poems Submitted to the Contest