To Kiss the Asp
Must a nation, to kiss the face of an asp,
as a confirmation of our liking,
The poisonous head of the serpent poised,
an establishment in its striking?
What are the limits to which we will withstand,
the bite and spreading venom,
As the evil and serpentine foe crawls about,
what's ours to do, in the interim?
Must all of those of meaning, to die in our arms,
our family and all of our friends,
Why have we waited so long to respond,
a message of our retribution, to send?
Prevention and dissuading the evilest of acts,
eradication of all life in our world.
The ending of our breathes, so drawn by each,
then to oblivion, all so hurled?
As spiders crawl about their paths,
with their poisonous fangs, in readiness to offend,
Given the freedom to light upon our skins,
could those who die, then to make amends?
A snarling lizard's toxicity salivates,
from a mouth full of sharpened teeth, to ensnare,
The grasping of a naked leg or an arm,
to reek havoc and with a vileness, non to spare.
The rabid creature attacks in its state of infection,
and in a frenzy, with swiftness it moves,
Do the actions we take, with lives at stake,
merit the terrible fight, a retaliation, it so behooves?
Cutting off the head of a snake, crushing the spiders,
and in killing reptiles, as a cause of harm,
Shall it end, to defend, ours to solve, this dilemma,
and by sounding this warning alarm?
A survival of the fittest, a dispatching of the worst,
and in that of the smallest in all worth,
Can killing and grim death, the ending of breath,
be the answer to these questions of this earth?
Only an answer, of a fondest response,
that of fine life, and the gifting of all, which we see,
The best of the rest, the pinnacle of success,
the positive and a humaneness, for us to be.
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