A Letter to the Auteur

Our life is a perilous-parameter

That tailspin into a hostile environment,

We play the role of clay and potter,

Why don’t you save from the detriment?

Our existence is an endangered stasis,

Irrefutably, it takes hold of the food chain,

When dissenters protest not to use proboscis,

Your world could struggle to sustain.

The cubbyholes are as dry as a desert,

Though we are the best pollinators by a mile;

Our queen is like a bull elephant in rut,

In the ecosystem, problems will fall as hail.

Foragers embark upon revolution, as you suspect,

Make others ready for the drastic ripple effect.