We are not like throngs of worker bees.
If it were so we'd still be living in trees.
We weren't built to slave for all the rest.
We do things our own way, and do it best.
We have brains and are able to comprehend
that two can do more than one, yet not depend
on others to furnish our daily milk and bread,
but through mutual agreement we get ahead.
Though not their keepers, our brothers we judge
as destined with them through life to trudge.
So, to those earning our respect, near we keep;
where for the others of sloth we do not weep.
Our compassion, not a duty nor a chain to bind,
is but simple human nature, a mirror to remind
that if not for some unknown fate, there go we;
and if that be so, of him, how would he treat me?
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