Like Chased Bees Jarred In Backyards

An outcast is safe from being captured, Like chased bees jarred in backyards... To buzz, As curious kids collecting insects... During a Spring bloom. An outcast is safe from being captured, From those places declared... To have a social etiquette impaired. But times as they are do change for them. An outcasting experienced, Eventually frees them from minds... Once locked in. To find in changing times that arrive... Those who chose to criticize, Now find their points of view despised. And like those trapped bees once caught in jars, Are sought more today than they ever were. Since people have come to realize, A needing of the bees... Like those chosen to be outcast, Are part of a cycle that helps life thrive. And if pieces of it are picked to dismiss... Life as we know it, Dies!