Workers,
Never getting appreciated for it
Working all their lives for the needy people
They get captured forced to work for a false queen
All their lives
Smoke gas used when they finally work enough
And it's all gone
A cycle really having to work again, again and again
Also making the flowers pretty ,
but when seen they get killed , murdered just for them doing their job
Just because of who they are
Because they protect themselves and then die from it
It isn't fair to them
Because us humans just waste what they work on all their lives
The buzzing worker bees