Children Without Food To Eat

Blood, splattered on the the streets,
while pigs gorge themselves on treats.
The rats scavenge for something to eat
until they can no longer move their feet.

Damn these pigs, these filthy swine,
who take pleasure in the loss of lives.
They persecute the mice who always try
to find meager meals to keep them alive.

Thousands of mice lay tired, unable to breathe
as a result of the swines' great greed.
This hunger is the fruit born of our seeds,
for we gave them power, and their right to feed.

As every last drop of food is consumed,
more mice will starve, for death is the mood
in a society where leeches always rule,
and the weak will always be there food.