21/10/2018 – 10 mins
“Fruit flies and wasps and evil black ladybirds.
I like saying that. Evil. Black ladybirds.”
On the walls, on the ceiling, creeping under the door.
A swarm, a flock, a wave.
Questioning, pressing, always pushing onward.
Who do we choose to save?
The strangers? The foreigners? The odd
And unusual ones.
Or ourselves, familiar and warm.
Our own daughters and sons.
But do we kill the ladybirds? Do we stamp
Out their lives?
Destroy, damage, exclude until
No one survives?
The ladybirds are not here by choice,
They were sent by Man.
Sent from the battlefields over the borders,
An entire new clan.
Hate not the fruit flies, hate not the wasps.
They are innocent.
It is Man’s greed that has caused all this,
It is drastically spent.
