I saw this rat
taking morsels from
the table and
running quickly under
the cabinet
to hide what it
had taken
or i suppose
what it had stolen
since it owns
nothing in the first
place
there is this anger
mixed with feelings of
pity
it steals not for
luxury but for
survival
inside myself after
that i reflect too
about what is happening
to me.
beyond these good thoughts
nothing must be
revealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem