Possession of the Pollinators

We didn’t change the climate  

Now we pay the price  

Metal insects came from far away  

We watched our home 

Waved goodbye 

Now we seek, we never find 

They poison us and our kind 
 

If we defend, we will die 

To protect is to sacrifice  

We control the food source  

Their mouthfuls of sustenance  

Depend on us – the pollinators! 

We carpenters’ bumble through the sky 

Queen bee and her drones idle in the hive 

We workers gather pollen our whole lives 

Electric birds spray persistent pesticides  

Exhaust fumes gas and confuse us 

We cannot see the way home 

Stripes of black and yellow 

Send a warning  

Leave us bee 

What will become of us?  

Of those left behind. 

A world on fire – a ground 

of endless thirst  
 

We controlled the pollination 

We were here first