I want justices
A man burnt my children & family members.
He had taken away my nest of wax & honey, which was my food,
and he disappeared from the spot.
This act of dacoity is going on for a long time in this world.
No body is coming to save me from the injustice by the men.
How sad this is?
Nobody is hearing my sorrow & agony.
Because I am a poor & week honey bee.
Oh, good do not make me the bee in the next birth
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