Submitted by : Hamza on Prisoner

Bumblebee Freedom

Along the humming forest path,
Skipped chubby Jordan Crown,
Rich with freedom’s pasture,
Doing as he liked.

Trampling daisies,
Spitting on grass,
Offering others freedom,
To do what Jordan said.

A startling encounter,
With bustling community
Bumblebee Kingdom
In honeycomb maze.

A thousand brothers
With golden coats,
In ambience of prayer,
Sharing food and working hard.

Treehouse palace over roses,
Workers singing, gentle humming,
Politely greeting, never fighting,
Gladly slaving, pollen saving.

Gulping throat of Jordan knocks,
Red with grudging pain;
Hating all things Bumblebee
That do whatever they like.

Daring thinking,
Pure intentions,
Refusing generous freedom,
To do as Jordan likes.

Heavy, sharp, jagged rock,
With grubby finger prints.
Fear and awe, surprise and shock
To teach bumblebees a lesson.

Hurled at hanging honey rack,
Crushing homes with deadly stone;
Buried, golden, shrouded drones,
Releasing priceless liquid treasure.

Desperate, buzzing, streaming arrow
Seventy-seven singing soldiers.
Bumblebee flank shooting narrow
Chasing arm of Jordan’s throw.

‘Why did all these Bumblebees,
Suddenly start stinging me?
They must be angry terrorists
Jealous of my freedom!’

Fumbling fingers scrape the ground,
Jordan tightens angry brow,
‘I’ll pierce their hives with raining rocks,
Till unfair train of stinging stops’

If only Jordan stops his flinging and left those drones alone.
All the bees would stop their stinging
And mend their broken home.

Author: Abu Sumayyah - Held Hostage in a UK Prison