Mosquito destined to fly the world sucking blood
She did not choose her fate any more than we did.
However she must risk her life to suck the blood from
Those jealous donors who will always forbid.
Wherever she travels she makes enemies
Except for those who love to eat her as a snack.
In morning are swallows at midday are dragons
At night are bats amid the endless black.
I ask you, what sort of life must this be?
Eaten or hated by all but a flea.
