Trials

What’s to become of a little bee’s hive
Suppose a bee refuses, to work’nd strive?
A little honey gone, just a small slice,
Taken away from the pie by this vice.

What is to be an ant colony’s nest,
When one little worker ant stops to rest?
Just a small piece of grain gone, is that all?
What of the others by the end of fall?

Now suppose a man chooses to laze round,
All day long und’r the shade, treading no ground.
What of mankind then? What of you and I?
Nothing but a little work undone right?

Complaining, complaining is all we do,
Shouting in vain for Baal’s fire long due.
Complaining, complaining of everything,
One day we’ll lose reasons for complaining.

What of the beehive for its little loss?
A beehive ravaged by hunger and woes.
What of the ants’ undelivered ration?
The colony’s complete annihilation!

And what of us just because of a fool,
He who chooses not to brandish the tool
Of his trade? It’s in the small that we
Make change happen, of what this world shall be.

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