Hive Mind

300 million in a swarming sea,
working frantically...
To survive, to make a living, to build equity.
Knowing a dearth is coming.
They plan, they prepare.
They collectivize their stores.
They ration it with care.

Then propaganda fills their minds
a smoke screen in their face.
They look to other sources,
but they cannot turn away.
Terrorism’s coming. With its fire and its heat.
The masses they all panic. There is chaos in the street.
Fear grips at their mind and they grab at what they can.
A flood of honey hits the market
“Is it part of a plan”?
They look for a savior to put out the flame.
No longer any need for culpability or blame.
Yet Rome is burning.

From behind the smoke appears a savior,
The keeper has come to do us a favor.
Controlling the vapor.
Ending the smoke and the terror.
Quelling the fear inside us.
In return he takes our honey surplus.
Leaving us just enough to survive.

But winter is coming we won’t make it through alive.
So keeper’s better than that, he gives us a ration.
Thin syrup and breadlines keeping us from famine.
So now we are back as “busy as a bee”
Working hard to build wealth. Taking care of family.
Infrastructure is restored and we forget what we have lost,
and we are grateful to our savior, “He is surely worth the cost.”
We build society anew even better than before.
Inside the box our master gave us.
A box that surely will save us.

I'm just your typical beekeeping anarchist
the first photo is by Kaique Rocha from Pexels https://www.pexels.com/photo/people-brasil-guys-avpaulista-109919/
the second is of one of my colonies