Ph: Life: Human Locusts Poem by Brian Johnston

Conspiring locusts bring us plague; when fewer, bait for catching fish,
When swarming more like devil's spawn and human lives impoverish.
The lean years seem to bring them out when futures look in doubt,
In good times though they lend a hand, can help a man land trout.

It's crowding that's real enemy, lights fuse to 'population's bombs.'
And fires up fascist enmity where good men morph to 'Uncle Toms! '
Our government looks like 'scorched earth; ' is ignorance the cause?
Self-serving locusts storm our crops, devour protective laws!

Walt Kelly's possum Pogo said, "We've met the enemy, it's us! "
The alt-right's hate has one design, to squash all science with a bus!
But when these locusts rape the land, they kill themselves as well,
I fear the 'present' (they embrace)bodes planetary Hell!


Brian Johnston
May 15,2018