The Hive Poem by Jamie Dewyer

The Hive



The violence in here is real
Sofa seat mass appeal
Curtains of shame are born
Threat letters turn and torn



I waited not blinking
Too scared of the sun to dive
Oceans have passed away
Under my tortured hive


Guns litter graves and stones
Sold all our souls to bones
Rotting stock catching on
Motion to king take pawn

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