Insects are well organized, their queen is all-knowing, wise,
They never kill their own , cannibalise,
They think alike, look the same, never fight , never blame,
Not like upstarts who came much later into the game.
Humans wearing different faces, of many hues, many races,
Each so sure he’s best, riding on the very crest
Of a tsunami, wiping out divergent views,
So which future would you choose
To live in : will —it be a bee hive or an anthill?
gitabharath 