Help me if you can't!

I feel like an ant



Millions of years ago

When we were all free

To suck our sugar

And grow our own beans



When the lakes were all oceans

And man lived in the sea

Those were our days

This is our dream



I wish I was a mole in your garden ground



My name is my odor

And all colors are gray

No words from my mouth

Use telepathic ways



When the earth opens wide

And time ceases to be

Beware the sword of justice

And children of the sea