The Rat's Submission (In Court Of A Viper) Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

When we turned two months,
Considering four big moths,
A cockroach and a cricket,
-one that came from a thicket,
.....We lived in crevice,
Not that it was novice,
There were no other person,
Mama had died from poison,
We never had a father,
To shoo the enemy's slither,
-That night he came looping,
And he left Sam gasping,
He ate him by the trap,
Just before the brute gap,
We never cried
We were afraid!

@2018