The Locust.

by Steven Beesley   Jul 18, 2005


The locusts swarms, a frightening might.
This Biblical plague that devours everything in sight.
It plunders crops with a wanton rage.

It flies with purpose, covering fields like a page.
Ever ravishing whatever is in it's way.
It brings forth hunger, famine and destruction.

An appetite that needs no introduction.
A pest so perfect and orderly in it's organized disruption.
It will not stop it's incessant obsession.
It does it's job without any apprehension.

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