A wasp has made a home inside the rotten potato
I wasn’t happy about it to start with,
but now I think everyone has the right to have a home,
so I donated it a tiny table. So it can have comfort when dining.
A wasp has made a home out of a common old spud
I’ve given it shelter, after
fleeing persecution from the genocidal pesticides
The headlines blare “British Jobs for British Wasps”
Government proposals want a cap on the number of “foreign” wasps entering our sovereign airspace
The only sting in the tail is that we don’t care to look at the world outside our window
But who are we to judge another creatures right to
survive and exist
So I offer asylum
and the wasp and I sit, sipping martinis
discussing the latest cabinet reshuffle
How can they let children wash up upon the shore?
©John de Gruyther 2015
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