We are all honey wasps
The Lost of us
We giveth
       All of our well meaning
                Nectar of sweet hopes and dreams
To a world of Aversion
      
Perhaps,
The world will never know who we really are
They do not look, nor can they see

But, we must remember our purpose
             Despite the isolation
                       Despite the mistrust
                          Lest we turn truly
                                    Barren and bitter.