Waiting on the sidelines, as patient as can be,
Are the ant, the cockroach, the fly and hungry flea.
Swarming is their nature, and if we don't look out
The bugs will soon take over, no matter how we shout.
We poison them in millions, they do not seem to care.
They eat up pets and gardens, then try our underwear.
The honey bee is failing, the hornet comes on strong.
The silk worm is depleted, mosquitoes hum along.
The landscape we've created is truly paradise
For bugs of all descriptions, including scratchy lice.
Perhaps if we went naked and lived in the fresh air
The bugs just might diminish, driven by despair.
Or are they meant to conquer as we approach The End?
Isaiah 7:18 we ought to apprehend.
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