Honey, Who Killed The Bees

On the collective labour
Of millions of drones
We all depend.

Workers, buzzers, toilers:
Spent, in exhaustion, they fall.
All at sea.

Not just sweet nectar;
Our whole civilisation
Is at stake.

Let’s copy the bee
And work to find
A solution.

While politicians prevaricate,
Wave the white flag
To big business.

Our humble
Bees are smoked
To death.

Polluted, stressed
Disorientated. Lost
Without their B-Z.

Torn and scattered,
On puffs of
A summer’s breeze.

Protect our bees!

(Another poem from the Militant Seagulls poetry workshop – thanks again to Lydia and Tim for inspiration!)

Tags: bees, sudden hive death