A practice in meaning and restrictive writing: Rodents, Haiku

This is nothing more than a practice of combining symbology with restrictive formats.

Trotting through the streets,

Lord please help they’re in my walls

Falling from rafters


Beady little eyes

Sickly, mangy, in my head

Omen of disease


They ate all the food

So gone before we noticed

Nothing can stop them


They chew on my flag

They’ve eaten all the money

Holes so through my house


Rats now run the show

Rats with money and power

Rats with fancy suits


Kings worshipped by mice

Blindly follow, rats know best

Fooled by confidence


Rats waving shinnies

Claiming mice are the purest

Mice are great again


“Come follow our wealth”

“We’re revolutionary”

“We can change the world”


Elected they said

Determined by a landslide

“Controversially”


Lest chaos ensue

Silence the people at once

We must keep the peace


Attacks on homeland

Misinformation rampant

Questions, no answers


Hunger for power

They invade for shear pleasure

Just to prove a point


Rat warlords in charge

Mouse soldiers on the frontlines

Riots in the streets


War without reason

With no justification

Families displaced


Mice going hungry

Foundations begin to crack

Bodies fill the gaps


Mice passing in life

Mice that live paycheck to check

Mice that are tired


Little mouse army

Fighting someone else’s war

Led first in the world


Rats take their fat cuts

Leaving crumbs for the masses

The foundation cracks


No mice left to work

Cowardice rats hide in cracks

Left with no leader


Mice left to perish

The empire now crumbles

Victims of the rat

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