The great hive hums with fevered activity
The hum sounds grinding, driving, constant
These are workers drones, tireless, reliant
They've been designed, chosen for energy
Engaging in all they were designed for
Not unique, they are identical, and still
They are ever in motion, finding joy in being
Given birth in batches, serving with labor
They will always return to assigned paths
Grateful workers finding purpose in tasks
Philosophies of the hive found in every act
Standing like an unmoving stone in a stream
The outside world feels threatened, attacks
The hive is perfectly designed and is ready
Here is an enthroned war queen, seated
She is surrounded by servile attendants
By her elite body guard, violent, vigilant
For they are oath sworn, DNA encoded
These elite hive warriors rise and fight
Worker drones constantly build and act
All areas disconnected and vulnerable
Now brought into union with the hive
This is a walled home, a great fortress
Despite the cadres being divided by task
The hive is one, with rooms and walls
With designed organic created bridges
Within are birth chambers, royal seats
The hive holds a merge of functions
Hive elites, the common, and royal
Never see distinction in purpose
Prepared to fight the persistent threats
Workers and warriors are both utilized
They act in a harmonized resistance
The hive rises amidst of enemy's land
Not hiding, they announce a presence
Walls, able and designed to withstand
They are prepared by constant action
Workers and warriors always ready
To perform their tasks and find purpose
Of their design codes and factions
