I hear the city buzz during the day,
like a bee hive during spring.

I see the people racing to do their jobs,
like  a worker bees racing to collect nectar from tulips.

I see people forced to work jobs with scanty wages,
like bees forced to make honey in a bee farm.

I see our soldiers dying to protect our society,
like a bee dying after stinging an enemy to protect the hive.

I see people dying on the street after being pushed out of their homes,
like bees dying after being forced out of their hive.

I hear the city buzz with anguish and suffering,
like a bee hive trying to survive nature’s cruelty.