Poem: Another Murder Hornet Dies

You're the ornamental insect causing havoc.
They call you a space invader.
The Vespa mandarinia many times over.
My eyes don't get tired because of you.

I've spent a lifetime with people calling me a rug.
My mouth doesn't open at the right time.
They cause organ failure and shock.
The Asian hornet queen has become my nemesis.

Her workers equally recognized by American eyes.
All of them must die for the greater good.
The honeybees understand this dilemma.
I don't want this weight on me.

Depriving a relative is cruel.
Dying of exhaustion by another makes one a murderer.
They never saw you as equal.
What does it matter when another Vespa hornet dies?

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