The rat

The rat
Look at you 
You wily beast
Composed of talons
Fur and feet. 
Quick of wit
And beady eyed
Fast of foot
And full of pride.
Raised on cunning
Hate and smarts
Sustained by the babes
Of your counterparts.
Please tell me
You voracious pest
Is there a heart 
Within your chest?
You spread disease
And fear and doubt
You son of famine, 
Plague and drought.
And yet I wonder
thief of great eminence 
Are you unique 
In your malevolence?
As though your face
Is clad in hair
It is the face
Of man your wear.
Quick of wit 
And glassy eyed
Ignorant
And full of pride.
One mans thief
And another mans vermin
Free to deliver 
You wicked sermon.
Gluttonous, greedy 
And little of worth
You cast your poison
On the earth.
And though it seems
Unfair to blame
A simple  rat
For all my pain
It seems as though
Behind all eyes
We’re all just rodents 
In disguise.