The
rats run
Fleeing
from the sinking ship
Anchor
at the port of call
The
broken sail in the water
The
creaking sound
The
echo of a help
None
will come to her rescue
The
thunderstorm renders it hopeless
In
the water the popping heads
The
rats swim trying to make to the shore
Knowing
too well what will happen
As
the sinking ship tilting upwards
The
strong wind blowing
The
tides of water rolling in
Lashing
the ship without mercy
It
slowly overturns and sinks
Many
rats get caught
Not
many manage to swim ashore
They
don't listen to the wind
“You
are too late to go on shore”
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