I watch the lawn moth struggle
in the drizzle of insecticide
that the lawn may live
I have the right
to say one life shall live
one life shall die
It tries again to take off
tries to leave the blade
to escape the poison
it struggles to fly
but I keep the drizzle steady
it is the enemy
then it struggles no more
that the lawn may live
I kill to let live
No God designed this
It is a wicked arrangement
