消灭麻雀运动;

Xiāomiè Máquè Yùndòng),

I smooth my hungry bairns brow
recall how little birds
stole grain from its mouth
so I went into the fields,
banged pots, pans, beat drums
so they fell from the sky dead.

I tore down their nests,
broke their eggs, killed their chicks
shot them out of the sky,
poisoned the pests,

and now without these little hunters,
locusts swarm the crops,
take food from mouths
and my starved little bairn
I shall bury tomorrow

And still they wish to cull
badgers, raccoon dogs,
rats, and cockroaches.
I will not beat their drum.

Our hungry mouths led to yours

© 2017, Paul Brookes

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