I am a Rat!

Filth is where I find my peace, my serenity

For its the only truth I see miles around

When the sun shines bright, I see them working

Multiple melancholies, lonesome lies and fake faces

On the other side of these dark walls, they sleep

Perspiring in peace, anxiety or sorrow

And I trod over the leftovers, doing my bit

When everything around is a trashed daytime memory.

And when I am full and when I am tired

I revisit the day, when there was heat and light

A nostalgic warmth fights the unending cold.

I was never in love and I know not what it is

But I seldom feel it amongst the ecstasy

I adore a girl in the morning and she smiles back too

But by dusk she is the nastiest one I have ever seen

I pity the baby who is too young to understand it

And that he would always miss the infant ignorance

He is a social worker, cleaning the streets everyday

But his own abode needs hundreds of his fake self

Its important to protect our own territories, our brethren

But not alone and I second not the hatred within it

I am a rat and I am despicable, but not them

They can love and be in peace, but why don't they?