Martyred Mosquito

Date: 28.02.2008
Time: 3:00 p.m.

Once there was a mosquito
Who often forgot its name
And that the greatest goal for all its kind
Was the quest for flamboyant fame,
It buzzed its way around the heads
Of many a pacifist prey
And stabbed into their succulent skin
To gorge on blood for the day.

Now this mercurial mosquito
Liked not its sanguine life
Hounded by ever-swatting hands
That were out to create strife,
It was a gentle gregarious soul
Who fed on blood with great distaste
It would even have liked being vegan
Had nature not been in such haste.

Evolution has done great injustice,
Felt this morbid mosquito
Denying it liquor of its choice
Through a faulty status quo,
Egged on by its gnawing conscience
It embarked on a mission new —
A hunger strike being what it called for
Till it was offered better brew.

Its bloodthirsty brethren, however
Did not take kindly to its fast
“What right does this infidel have
To stray from norms?” they asked,
Apprehensive of a revolutionary ruse
They confronted this quirky quack
And buzzed before it demandingly
To take its vile vow back.

But this heroic mosquito
Felt bound by its given word
Retraction seemed impossible though death
Was the alternative offered,
Charged with blatant blasphemy
And defiling food-habits old
This maladjusted mosquito
Became a martyr bold.

End: 3:45 p.m.