“The children cheered wildly”
And the rat cried sadly
“Speak! We command ye to speak”
But it cannot utter a single word…
It just looks wide eyed, waiting.
“Well, if thou cannot speak, dance!”
But still the rat looked on.
“What are you good for?”
The girl pressed on and on.
On.
Another boy, who sat in the corner,
Looked, also scared at this totalitarian,
He said, “Well, it’s only a little rat!”
“Shut up, Allen!”
“But it is. You cannot expect it to…”
“Shush!”
“Understand.”
He got closer, she got closer, it freezed.
“Someone has to do as I say!”
“Why?!”
The rat squeaked. They looked.
“Because, look it can do things.”
“Not what you want”
“Hmmm…”
They continued to argue. While I,
I was bored, waiting for an end.
Waiting for a sun, waiting for clarity.
But on they went, like maddening tradesman
Discussing prices of stock.
It’s a bloody rat.
Just
another rat.
Bárbara Campos
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