Glass Hive
Location
Bumble bee fly so high,
Let the world lift you on its icey shoulders
Have them know that you don’t die
And upon remission, return to your glass hive.
Fly out of your home
Explore the extent of this nation
Find a flower on perch
to reach your salvation
But whatever you do
Small and innocent bumblebee
Do not enter the fray
The fraying surface
Where every insect is to suffer
Where peace and solitude is found upon the corpses of others
She watches you deteriorate, she feeds on it
Mother nature doesn’t care for you down here.
Down here were survive
We trump over the weak
We tend to only ourselves
And yet we still find time to adhere to her words
But down here there is no living
There is no flower on a perch
There is no isolation
Just brute noise
We will use creeds of hopefulness
We will write texts of tale
We will remind out children of a brighter tomorrow
We will paint them a content world on a glass hive