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
June 8, 2019
From “The Beetle Parable” by Anonymous
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