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Once again another poem inspired by the link between pesticides and Parkinson's Disease: ******************** I DIED FOR A PESTICIDE I died for a pesticide I am a mouse Or worse yet A filthy rat Or perhaps even Someone's former Pet dog or pet cat I died in order To establish A pesticide's toxicity And supposed amounts For which it can be Utilised in safety I died for a pesticide I am a grasshopper Or perhaps even Something more evil Like a locust Or maybe worse A little bollweevol I died because I was hungry And wished to eat And feasted upon Some farmer's crop Of corn or of wheat I died for a pesticide I am a peregrine falcon Or the national symbol The once proud bald eagle Both of us almost Obliterated by DDT Which is now illegal I am an alligator Originally intended by nature To have been born male Instead I now resemble Something which is Decidedly more female I died for a pesticide I am a human baby Already suffering from Childhood luekemia And I am her mother Now with breast cancer Studied by academia I am a young woman Trapped in a body Aging before its time Former dreams stolen Faced with a future That shouldn't have been mine I died for a pesticide * Wendy Tebay