Roles
We are honey gatherers… and should be nothing more, nothing less. We are black and white, cut and dried. In, out. On, off. Yes, no. Good, bad. Alive, dead.
Our queens don’t understand. We exist beneath their interest thresholds. They do not want to know about our travels, our lives. We are single purposed and to deviate would mean disorder.
Our drones smirk with self-decided superiority in the company of our queens. We resent this in our daily toils. We are made to think the drones are better and privileged. We do not know the truths of their lives. We do not see them fall from love, their single purpose ripped and left within the queen. We do not see them fooled and ruined.