Bees Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The bees with wings

The bees are dying out
for someone who gets stung
it is not to gloat over,
but a matter of survival
for human kind and the fauna
around us.
There are four big trees outside
the apartment building
birds come there to rest
In the evening,
but they are not the destroyer of bees
pesticide is and
we keep glad-handing
this stuff over field and plants.
humanity in the quest to
produce better crops will in the end
kill us all.
When evening comes to the birds
make a racket like
A Japanese train station at five,
stressed people are killing themselves
so stop blaming the bees.