One summers evening, and the kids ran free
All the bees were swarming in the cemetery
And they sup that sweetness their natures crave
From the flowers that grew on every grave
And you tell your children, life finds a way
You can reap dark honey from the dying day
And leave a little sweetness, to soothe our stings
And the slightest suffering winter brings
Some other children, some distant homе
They fear the humming of a diffеrent drone
Some sugar's flowing from every pore
Some hungers growing on the spoils of war
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On the bank of England, some city bee
She builds her hive of slavery
And her sweet survival in the midst of man
Is to make dark honey from a Cola can
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When man has driven the drone of bees
From all the fields and cemeteries
He'll miss that richness his nature craves
But our flowers will grow upon our graves
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