by Nick Gisburne
Technicians from the Overworld return
Transported through the fibres of the Core
Reporting with significant concern
Apocalypse is closer than before
The Elders, always blinkered, always blind
Think nothing of this ever-growing threat
Too weak to sense the danger to their kind
The human world is easy to forget
But as the workers educate the Hive
Connected to its artificial brain
They worry if the planet can survive
A crisis too colossal to contain
They strive to fix its future from within
But fear the force of ignorance may win
