THE CROWS

Fate surfaces bad when greed dominates.

Suspended in the air dancing
With the crow speaking
On a tripod, score in feet
The line and trunk gnashing teeth
In the Savannah where green abide

A table sleeping with trio foot
And the wind sing owl hoot
The clothed dancing and smiling
Like the fart of a dog burning
There the crow took a step

By the Savannah tainted with oil
And mineral tearing the soil
Then who killed say a crow
Who knows? Who will came a row
There amidst the crow came a lad


My father and mother it's a one
They die before came the warn
Bring you all with an oath
Let me, rule on peace and wrath
Say the lad who stand to speak

The tripod creak and kiss the lad
Tear the soil, is bone did crush
The crow with unstained hands
The flesh and blood they sat to dine.

Author's Note

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