The bees will lead you to goodness.
They will grant you mercy against wickedness.
The path they show you is steeped in evil,
careless hearts, wrapped in walls of arrogance
that live to serve and protect their reputation.
I am waiting, forever waiting,
for the sting of revenge,
for the giant to revert to flea,
the proud to be revealed as incompetent and
my truth to be told, unsweetened and real.
In the meantime, I will not run away.
Whatever happens here, we remain.
Unsweetened by Linda Sacco
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