Insects

Insects are pests that we must kill Because their value comes to nil. Against them all we declare war With our insecticides galore. Soon those buzzing bugs all have gone. And a silent spring follows on. But do our clever ways succeed As dreaded bugs no longer breed. Now man is pleased with himself As his crops now yield greater wealth. But then comes the knock-on effect As nature’s balance he neglect. The insects that man sought to kill Had major role that nought else fill.