Sweet like honey

The plastic bear-

cute, innocent, and full
of the sweet nectar
that belongs only to bees
naturally.
The bear too, with grace
reaps the golden prize –
stolen from a honeycomb
that still busily buzzes ,
a swarm of yellow zealots
Incapable of piercing the titans hide.
They fight,
unlike their distant kidnapped colonies-
who hum and sleep sweetly.
After long hours of work,
flower to flower- in vain,
they pass out
slip into comatose-
beneath a smoky fog.
To leave their dreams too soon,
those dreams only bees dream,
and wake- find their golden horde stolen,
without contest.
Robbed by a new kind of honey crazed titan,
sterile and clawless.
Man mocks the bear with molds,
holding the treasure of the bees.
But they are so like the bees,
with their buzzing and their busyness,
In larger honeyless hives,
doomed to be harvested just the same.
They work day in day out in vain,
wait to pass out under ether
and mean something.
Want to be sweet,
like the honey of bees.