black hornets

black hornets brought to the great wasp hive
in tightly packed cells, five-by-five
black hornets: not meant to survive
under oppressive rule, instead did thrive

built the nation upon their backs
no rest for the hornets coloured black
struggling, toiling, through the wasps’ whip cracks
no rest for the hornets coloured black

decades spent with no reward—
black hornets must serve the great wasp horde
no rights, no liberty, no dignity restored—
black hornets must serve the great wasp horde

after decades more, no end in sight
black hornets band together, take up the fight
“they sting us when we’re down, we’ll learn to bite;
black hornets band together, take up the fight!”

black hornets bonded together, took up the fight
one hornet shone bright, a beacon of light
black hornets bonded together, took up the fight
one hornet shone bright, a beacon of light

“black hornets and wasps join hands today
we’ll work together for a better day
black hornets and wasps join hands today
brothers, sister, I won’t lead you astray!”

these promises helped society’s health
but wasps didn’t want to share their wealth
no desire to build community or commonwealth
wasps didn’t want to share their wealth

eight years after the beacon was first lit
wasps took the opportunity to cause a split
black hornets fell by the dozens, their blood spilt
eight years after the beacon was first lit

the loudest wasp promised changes, promised greatness
time had come to clean up the hive’s black mess
he appealed to the poor, he would not acquiesce:
the loudest wasp promised changes, promised greatness

when the day arrived and the victory was won
the wasps took to the sky and sung their song
black hornets struggled to find the will to stay strong
the day that the wasps’ victory was won

“throw up your hands in joy, let the people sing!
rejoice, hail, we have our new queen
rejoice hail, he is our new king,
hallelujah, rejoice, he will keep the hive clean!”

hope was lost, black hornets felt fear
“It won’t be long now, our end is near”
all hope lost, replaced now with fear
black hornets knew that their end was near.

instead of sorrow or contemplating why
the beacon though dim, would not let his message die
“the resolve of our kin lives on within you and I,
don’t let your sorrow cause our spirit to die

it is something no bee, no wasp, can ever take
they can beat us down, we will never break
black hornets, solace in this, you can take:
we are too strong for any bee or wasp to ever break

black hornets oppressed in the great wasp hive
packed tightly in coffins five by five
black lives, black culture: not meant to survive
under oppressive rule, instead continue to thrive

-Les Mots Manquants


 

History

This home is not a refuge where they rest
This is not their bed and breakfast
These wasps stand guard at the womb.

Before the winter months come
Everything is done
In preparation for their young
Having faith in a song
That has yet to be sung
A history that has yet to unfold.

Most wasps last
No longer than a season
And yet some people
Spend years
Stuck in a history
That’s long met its conclusion.

We struggle to bury the past
Mourning all that was never meant to last
Standing guard, with tears, at the tomb.

-A.v.c

[Photo credit: Wasp’s Nest, by Wurmgelee]

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