From a Bee's Point of View

Even the birds who patrol the skies have

figured out your pathetic self-lies; your

detrimental mistakes fester

All wrapped up in a clever disguise.


You assume that you and your likeness are best, no

helping outsiders who are distressed, no

mercy, love compassion or care

Putrid narcissism without rest.


Destruction of nature with a violent hue

deaf to the shrieking, impoverished coo

I find it vile, but then again

This is just from a bee's point of view.


The End

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