Poetry#49 - Street Rats

Street Rats

Why do you use a tie

Why do you reign

Why do you sit in the seat of power

Why do you live in a palace of grandeur

Street rats

You're rubbish

You are lower than animal dung

Why lead us

Why control us

Street rats

Under your control

With your ego

You take our right

You take our gold

You destroyed our national pride

For the sake of your great belly full of caterpillars

Street rats

In your hands

In your hands that fester, dark

Concentrated by sin

You wasted our hopes

You crush our welfare

Street rats

Why do you live in this homeland?