To A Rat Poem by Jaime Montanez Salcedo

Who would sing for a rat? No one I know,
So I come to pluck the words for my song
And nimble sweep the strings with enchanted bow
Revealing melodious rhyme all along.
Why through the ages no song mentions your name?
The lines of poems have ignored your fate,
But for the gloomy times you bore the blame,
So tortured by day for the nights you wait.
Your home the narrow darkness below earth,
Those labyrinths where light you seek to shun,
In that fear that you are bereft of worth
Like those that loyalty, trust and love have none.
There is nothing here for you to feel shame,
You have no choice, which can't be said of them.