A world in motion, busy bees buzzing
stretching beyond the honeycomb
into
A world on fire, nature is tanning
and there is nowhere left to build a hive
over
Rows of brick buildings
sporting spray-painted species of flowers
there
Is no sticky pollen nor the
buzz of my brothers
Smoke obstructs, the air disgusts,
The journey for honey, no longer worth
The bitterness of flowers all tasting like pesticide
In the theme of creating a collaborative piece, I want you to help me decide the title of this poem. Comment a title and the most popular one gets picked!
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