Poetry Jam - Bees Theme

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we wish to flit in sunshine

passing from one sweet face

to another, smiling, passing

peace and sharing a nectar

called tea

instead we skitter like roaches

the moment a hum and whir

of drone nears waiting for the

roar and buzz and shudder

called impact

we hope to send little workers

off to swarm o’er field with

kites and string or strap for

wood or baskets for joy

called play

instead we throw down mats

in corners under walls, behind

rough sheds and draw shawls

and children close in silent wait

called prayer

when will the queen bees wake

from silent slumber mindless

propagation endless sacrifice

buzz forth to halt these hornets

called death

I am agog that we condone a swarm of drones to pass over and amongst innocents, creating 'collateral damage' in an area of the world that we would otherwise wish to calm and repair ... the concept of hive collapse might well be looked at when we contemplate our foreign policy, for doesn't this attack from nowhere serve to blacken the hearts and minds of the very people we wish to be moderate, productive, and democratic? How can simple people understand the higher cause of our war on terrorism when it is their villages and fields, houses and neighbors being blasted by these swarms from out of nowhere?  The ethics and politics of war outrage me for I am one of those simple folk - I just want to be a small bee in my little hive - just like those women so far away.

This rambling post is offered to the weekly Poetry Jam  ... see what others have written when contemplating the idea of 'bees'.