Instrument of Imagination

One day it took over

My pen, by itself

Mutated bees

the size of books on a shelf

Organized, intelligent

Colonizing the paper

They've a calm demeanor

I couldn't feel safer

They're creating societies

with high-rises and slums

They're creating technology

I start to feel numb

No authority figure ruling

No queen to direct

A message to me

they start to erect

They communicate to me

want me as their voice

They recognize they're evolving

but its not by their choice

They've suffered attacks

which caused this mutation

They need humans to stop

and rectify the situation

They wish to live in peace

and plants be left alone

Let them do the work

stop poisoning their homes

The conversation ends there

as I run of out of ink

I sit awe-inspired

While I ponder and think