The queen walked by,
And we all kneeled below.
She's the queen bee,
And we're all the workers.
We all work together,
But we can never hurt her.
We feed her a feast,
But the males fly away because they have nothing left to eat.
I slave and slave all day,
I can't escape this place,
I can't escape my home,
For it's the only place I've known.
I have no where left to go,
Collapsed around is my life,
My friends of the past
The work of my future
And my thoughts in the present.
My wings are dying slowly,
But she doesn't care.
Because WE are the workers.
And she's royalty.
We were all just watching from below.
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Rant Poems
PoetryAll my Rant poems, which is basically me venting or ranting about something relatable in a short poem. #4 Poetryslam
