J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
The Pinko Rat
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2 min readMar 1, 2022


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I look outside, stare at the rain
it never ends, it hides the pain
Under the roads, so many faces,
They waste their lives, in hidden places

More each day, their numbers grow
They come to stay, their scars now show
They cause our fear, from fear comes hate
So many tears, I dread their fate

The children cough, they don’t know why,
Not warm enough, they fear they’ll die
We bring them food, we hope and pray
We stare with anger, we look away

We talk and talk, the talk grows old
I feel such shame, they are so cold
They’re on their own, that is our way
Why are they here, on such a rainy day?



J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
The Pinko Rat

Hard times have found us, and revenge is on my mind.