I see them there, the Japanese beetles
Gorging on my roses, leaving them barren
A lifestyle of consumption, holes pockmarked
Eat all that can be eaten, brown in their wake
No thought for beauty, none for the future
A wasteland for their children, short-sighted
How could anything be so short-sighted
I wonder as I look at their destruction
And wonder, letting them have what they want
Eat to starvation and collapse and extinction
Would be worth the green that would sacrifice

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