honeybees

the queen reseats her throne drones, competent hummers, tend every need she is young they are active the hive is full of commotion and bustle and potential for community it’s a social club of energy this is the way society should be if work was as sweet as honey then everyone would do it without asking without prompting not even questioning we the people would just do work the life of labor freely willingly and no one would claim superiority or they would get booted out of the colony alone and terrified of the wilderness breathe with the wind my little bee you are one of us as an individual powerless, insignificant but as a unit, strong and unstoppable united we stand divided we fall from the tree of happiness and content away from the ground where small men scrounge and hovel (they look like ants, the poor things) no wings to carry them above the mediocrity and obscurity