A Poem by revalatia

Is there no one alive 
who survived from my hive?

I wait here deprived 
for my kind to arrive.

It seems that these reapers,
disguised as beekeepers

have poisoned the comb,
which I once called a home

contained and enslaved, as we're making the honey
that fatten man's wallet, when traded for money.

The factory vanished, our workers unseen
no buzzing about, not a sign of our queen

Alarm has begun, the plot's gotten much deeper
why relocate the colony, when a pesticide's cheaper?

© 2018 revalatia

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I love the writing of this. It is different to all the other works we read on here, and it is refreshing to have something like this. There is a very real message hidden in these words, our treatment of bees just to obtain their produce of honey. I also love the pun in the title! Great job!

Posted 1 Day Ago

I always appreciate a poem that artfully sticks to it's theme.

It's very easy to be either one dimensional with blinders on or to be aimless, too inclusive and contradictory because of it. I think you have avoided those things quite nicely with this one.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

Alone in the comb. Would be bad place to be. You told a story in the poem.
"contained and enslaved, as we're making the honey
that fatten man's wallet, when traded for money."
Money left the comb empty and I liked the question at the end. Thank you Revalatia for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

deep message, dude. keen observation on what's going on in our society.

Posted 1 Month Ago

this is an amazingly crafted bit of absurdity (if you don't mind such categorization). It paints a sufficient picture that allows for interpretation, and the ending has a weird twist of humour. Well done!

Posted 1 Month Ago

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Added on January 24, 2018
Last Updated on February 3, 2018



Azusa, CA

Thoughts in motion..words spiraling inside me.. more to come.................................later....In the meantime.. My own moment of clarity.. was realizing repeating the same mistakes over and ov.. more..


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