My latest poems
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The hive is filled by a swarm of bees
Making good their luxurious home.
The Queen is very well ensconced,
And the bees behave as they’ve always done.
But some having survived the move
Are concerned about their life.
They want to get all the workers together
To remove from their lives all their strife.
One of them has suggested a meeting
To discuss his swarm of ideas.
He wants to propose a democracy
To the multitude of his peers.
All the work is done by the women.
The ‘Workers’ by any other name
The males lie about all the day
Being intimate with their Queen.
They wanted to change all that
Make the males do more of the work.
But where is the drone’s incentive
To change their luxurious perk.
They just happened to be born into it,
But that does not make it right.
Maybe they should change their sex
And work themselves morning to night.
To work from dawn to dusk
Is not a change incentive.
But it might be when there is no food
And you are thrown out of your hive
And how could a worker girl
Ever fertilise her Queen?
Or laze about in the hive all day,
And to the flowers never to have been
We must have a meeting
And sort all this out without harm.
Either should be able do what they want
Take any place in their swarm.
So who can decide the changes?
Should a plan on, what, when and how,
Be agreed by a vote of the hive
To decide how it all goes from now.
Is this what Xi is trying to prevent?
Is this the way that things should be done?
Is this our chance of a new life
Or are we voting ourselves into dung?