The black crows
Flying in abundance
In the sky
Flapping wings of its glory
The trees along the streets
On roof tops on the roads
On garbage bins on the poles
The black crows look
“The world is mine
Don't you know about it?
I bring the black bath
You can't run”
The black crows flapping wings
Hopping on the ground.......
The eyes of red staring back
At the shadows they dislike
The black crows
Flying in abundance
In the sky
They shit on the ground
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