Pass
the raven
The
eyes of red feathers black
Sitting
on the branch
Cackling
its song
The
blues on the ground
The
red rocket cemented down
The
upright principles
The
partnership should be all about
But
pass the raven
Clinging
on the branch
Living
by itself
Singing
its sad song
Pass
the raven
Dreaming
of the power
Of
flight into the unknown
Eyes
of red claws eager to shape
Down
in the deep
Pass
the raven sleeps
The
comradeship forgets
The
principles lay to greed
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