Who will love the wasp?
Who will love the wasp, I ask?
Is it her aggressive nature,
The nasty bite she gives?
We feel justified, even vindicated in
Killing her, we as humans have licence
To kill; an assumed God-given right
After all we are only killing something
That is annoying - something we don't
Need Or do we? - indirectly - food for the
Birds in an invisible web of interconnectiveness
We kill the wasp but who is next... is our place
On the web that secure and when will it be our turn?
It is easy to love the lovable and is no challenge
But to love the unlovable is an act of the spirit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I often have wasps and bees land on my legs or arms when sitting in the garden in summer and I love watching them. Bees are pollinators and wasps are accidental pollinators. All life us important, particularly in my garden.