Rats

Rats As the ship is going down Rats scurry for higher ground Climbing at the backs of strangers and friends Clawing at eyes Pushing others aside Knowing, that the times, are at end In the cities, it’s worse All these fools are perverse The fresh water and food has been stripped An out-flux of few Is all they can do As the masses go down with the ship Outside the city Where the stars can be seen Don’t think that you’re safe, cause you’re not The streets will be filled With those that will kill Survival; is all that you’ve got Take your family and friends And, prepare to defend Work together, to get through the night But not far behind The water still climbs To cleanse, the Earth of blight © 2017 Jeffrey Spencer