The Game of Mosquitoes and Humans
The Game of Mosquitoes and Humans
Look at these masters of stealth
and of song,
They buzz as they strike, never missing for long,
Give them a moment, a second, a chance
They’ll drain you of blood in a humming advance.
In this great jungle where humans
pretend,
That rules and control are ours to defend,
Mosquitoes too run their system with pride
With rank and with purpose, well-organized inside.
Some carry dengue, some quietly
sting,
Each plays their part like a well-trained king,
Who drinks how much there’s order, a plan,
More discipline here than the works of man.
What we took from nature, claimed
as our right,
They reclaim in darkness, night after night,
The moment we sleep, they launch their crusade
A tax on existence, quietly paid.
We answer with smoke, with coils
and with flame,
Pretending we’re winning this endless game,
They choke for a moment then rise again,
As if mocking the efforts of desperate men.
We cough in the fumes, our lungs in
despair,
Yet call it protection, though poison we share,
Chasing them out, we poison our breath
A slow little bargain we strike with death.
Off to the doctor, coughing we go,
While mosquitoes continue their effortless flow,
And somewhere a doctor quietly smiles
This war has been funding his practice for miles.
This game between species, ancient
and sly,
No winner declared, no final goodbye,
Fight as we may, deny as we will
They live among us… and always will.
Comments
Post a Comment