Very
Loud and very
Busy
So
Profound
The sound
Of
Buzzing
Pound
For pound
Most likely to be
Fussing
Around
But with
Intent
The minds of
A hive
And a hive
That’s a
Brain
Its central
Command
Its queen
And her
Train
Alive
With the sole purpose
Of staying
Alive
And thank
Goodness for that
For the
Cell
Upon cell
With plain
Larvae or with
Royal
Jell
Their self-serving
Tiny
Colonies of
Reproductive
Support
Ontological modalities
That the fossil-fool
Lobby
Loves treating
As
Sport
And so we
Gamble with our
Children’s
Lives
While we gamble
With these
Precious
Hives
And then
A government
Without food
Becomes a
Government
Without
Life
And such governments
Tend to
Burn
Maybe
In the bees
Is a
Lesson
To learn
Their imminent extinction
Should be everyone’s
Pressing
Concern
So
Don’t let
Corrupt politicians
Kill
Us all
For the measly
Dollars
They’ll
Earn
Is the word
On the street
And the
Buzz
In the hives
With the bees
You could meet
Or at least
You would
If we
Were all still
Alive