What Is Right? Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Mosquitos in the running car are a pain;
I am ready to kill them
The surgeons with the rolling syringe,
But for thinking of Jains and others

Who believe in nonviolence and no killing,
Wearing masks to avoid the creatures
Being breathed in,
Not eating food at night for same reason,
Makes me think.

Some take intermediate position
Of downing the windscreen
To gently guide them out of the car.
I wish they were more susceptible
To such software.

If there was month-old baby
Sleeping in the car,
And a fat winged creature sucking blood
From her curvy cheek,
What happens?

Would even a light push
Of the blood-gorged insect
Lead to its death
With bursting of blood, staining
The innocent cheek?

What should not be done, and why
Is what puzzles me.