Troops of mice scutter through the walls,
Mazes spread out through the partitions of this vast structure,
The hot and humid weather driving them into the walls,
Nests located under the floorboards,
Taking the crumbs and leftovers of all the humans coming in and out.
Cockroaches scatter throughout the building,
Kitchens and dining rooms,
Bed chambers and bathrooms,
Legions amass unknowingly under the guests feet,
Disgust, fear, and hostility accompany their existence.
Arachnids and arthropods invade the guests tranquility,
Bringing with them intense fear and panic,
Scorpions with pincers en guarde and stingers poised,
Infinite breeds of spiders building webs,
All of them sharing this structure with other species of different sizes.
The nests of mice, the legions of cockroaches,
The armored scorpions and the bustling spiders,
Ignoring and avoiding the steps of humankind,
Their existence a mere happenstance of their short and collective lives,
Oblivious they are to the troubles and concerns of the humans in this building.
Pounding on a wooden door shakes it in its frame,
Surrounding mice flee at the sound,
Cockroaches shrink away to the shadows,
Scorpions scutter away while spiders watch from the perch of their webs,
The pounding to the entrance of this specific room.
Little do these critters know of the urgency,
Oblivious they are to the horrific deeds committed miles away,
The bloodshed and betrayal that led a troubled soul to a foreign country,
Running from the merciless authoritarian vice-grip,
A tragic crime that ends in another loss of life.
Oblivious is the mice to the police pounding on the door,
Unaware is the armored scorpion to the urgency in their words,
Unmindful is the cockroach to the opening of the door using force,
Unheeded is the spider to the creak of the body hanging from the wooden rafters from a noose.
The door breaks down and the mouse isn’t concerned of the frozen shock of the authorities,
The scorpion’s attentions isn’t on their gasps and Spanish mutterings,
The cockroach is impervious about the note hastily written in English on the dirty bed sheets,
The spider is ignorant to the fact that the note reads:
“The abuse was too much to bear,
After years of endurance,
May God forgive me for what I’ve done.
I will find you in heaven.”
The cockroaches hide in plain sight,
The scorpions scutter and hide,
The spiders watch and prey,
Yet none of these creatures are concerned about the troubles of humankind.
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