The Hive

This is madness poured out on paper

Translated to a glowing screen.

A bit of technology to tear us from truth

Something that will ever murder our youth.

We are no longer the boys of summer

But the children of the scorn.

We have become things to fear

With bleak pale faces that have forever feared the sun

And we are no longer the ones that used to run.

We sit in armchairs with laptops typing

Implementing them for nothing but the nefarious

We are troubled teenagers tangled in keys

Tap-Tap-Tapping them to the beat of our minds

As they tick away with each little letter

Bits and bytes falling away as the fans inside speed on

Heating the hearts of those in the dark

As our faces fall to dust.

Anonymity and the ecstasy, addictive to the end

There is nothing that can mend

The shatter txt of what we type and

Where we’ve fallen off

Walden is filled with broken cell phones

And towers have traveled there

There is no such thing as untethered

As we all are forever

A part of the growing machine

That shall consume us all

Till we are nothing more than tech

That teaches naught but lies

And how to join the hive.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"A part of the growing machine
That shall consume us all"
Great wisdom in the poem. Tech took control and we have lost the freedom to think and dream. Good old day of long walks and long talks are lost and missed. Few have not joined the hive. Free thinkers are becoming rare and far. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote