The Bugs Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Visa not needed to fly in the sky,
To run down the mountains,
To pass through the continents,
To build the nests in the hosts,
The world belongs to us,
The men work hard to destroy,
The DNA and RNA of our tiny fixture,
We are the beginning to end,
We are the end to begin,
We begin the journey to cease,
We cease the host to begin,
Multitude of births on the earth,
Men want to mutate the hand,
That gives them the chance of rebirth.