Smoke Rings

To give up his body for the good of his species is all he knows
To plunder and put him in a submissive hold is why she floats
Domination is achieved by aggression
To torture and serve
Left unnourished and unwanted, you must work to grow
The greatest myth of all
Our workers are created by maternal manipulation
The harmonies of nature
The social classes of flowers
But the mighty systems are but tiny grains of sand