Bees wonder

Let the bees make love to their honey in peace, Do not poison them, do not chase them off, or destroy them. We disturbed them first. We trampled their flowers, and burned their nests. A sting is little a price to pay for a demolished home and massive unemployment.

What poor beings are those who know themselves beautiful,For others, they must choose between lies and honesty,To protect the ego of the ugly, or of the self-lashersAnd still, what thanks do they get?Fake smiles, hidden jealousy, peeking from nostrils, waiting to sneeze on them, at them.