We are all Rats

A rat is what they call me.
A stinky, filthy rat.
A diseased, spineless, weapon of nature.
What's so wrong with being a rat?

I hunger for food that does not come easy.
I thirst for a warm place to rest.
I bleed for a life I deserve to live.
so I ask,

What's so wrong with being a rat?

The sights I see on human streets bring that sorrow to one's eye.
How am I the evil,
the terrible rat,
how am I the bad guy?

beating, robbing, lying to one another.
Humans do this for fun.
if what humans say about rats is true,

Humans must also be one.