Cold Winds

Can you hear the coldness?
 No, not of winds.
 The coldness of harsh words.
  Like Rats ther scury to the corners of their home.
  The quuen rat hears the tounge lashing at her, as she did when she
   was a child.
   Stupid, Ugly,You make no sense.
   Do we have to go over this time and time again?
   She saves her children as best as she can.
   But for herselfthere is no hope.
   The trap is set,baited just for her.
    She approaches and her body and soul are gone.
    The children stand by watching as another King Rat has taken their
     mothers throne.
     They whimper silently and say a prayer. Who is left for them?
      No one, No one cares.
      The caring one is gone tossed in the trash.
       As he lights a cigarette and flicks an ash.
       The children call on the hopes of a man they call dad.
        He is annoyed for his was free.Now he is burdended by  three.
        The wicled weasle has her way and they are abused, like Mother
         rat was in her day. So sad to see, so horrid to hear, the cries of 
         children who have no ears. Their ears are closed now,
         the words became too strong, they live in darkness
         without a mom.
         That mother rat , people would call ugly. But if they
         only saw the beauty of her love, the love she had for life
          and her children of three. Goodbye mommy Rat, watch over
          your family. You no longer scury, you fly with your beautiful
           golden wings. Soar high mother rat and live in peace,
            And bring thy three back to thee.