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Casualties
The world no longer sees us as alive,
For failing tests of youth we try to claim
Our room within the hexes of the hive
Yet find no one is there to house our shame.
They towed the party line and served the queen;
Dids’t toil hard when we were in our rest,
Still honey nursed whilst they their daughters wean,
So why should we be free to roam the nest?
Yet are we truly buzzards to be shooed?
To hush out on the wings and drown our sighs?
Or may our nectaring provide a food
Ne’er seen by those purported to be wise?
The very act of asking brings new life
Unto a bee too long downcast by strife.
For failing tests of youth we try to claim
Our room within the hexes of the hive
Yet find no one is there to house our shame.
They towed the party line and served the queen;
Dids’t toil hard when we were in our rest,
Still honey nursed whilst they their daughters wean,
So why should we be free to roam the nest?
Yet are we truly buzzards to be shooed?
To hush out on the wings and drown our sighs?
Or may our nectaring provide a food
Ne’er seen by those purported to be wise?
The very act of asking brings new life
Unto a bee too long downcast by strife.
