And there they’re all sated, A Queen Bee, with her company
Of worriers, not Warriors Put your people gainst numbers
Cos they aint no swords Gainst your empty words
For some extra noughts At the end of it.
And Oh, Queen Bee should know
But she can’t see her flowers
Through her own Trees
Talkin bout our Home, Land and Sea
this is also for november… and for all the post-neo colonial islands on the pacific still fighting for autonomy.