Thursday, September 22, 2016

Our Beesiness


As the bee pollinates,
Showing whose dominate
The people populate,
Yet forget, delicate.

Both the bee and people bleed,
One ignores who creates feed.
What had once produced our mead,
Will soon be what's lost in dreams

Care for the weak and small
Who protects them stands tall
We may face rising falls
Unless we stop ignoring these little calls

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