'Depravity' the history rat
has no care for others,
it rides upon its war machine
takes sons from off their mothers.
'Tis neither man nor mortal being
this rat of deprivation,
it wants what land it can remove
from every nearby nation.
The glory sought empowers the rat
to go against what's right
to surge ahead without regard
for it loves a bloodied fight.
It deems itself the righteous rat
which must be praised and lauded
but will it win and boast of that
and expect to be applauded?
The answer lies within dear friend
that moral compass true,
something that this warring rat
most likely never knew.....
I couldn't get "Macavity the Mystery Cat' [T.S. Eliot] out of my mind, for whatever reason. It wasn't as if I had just re-read it or anything, but I suddenly came up with this poem.
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