the crows on the trees

The crows on the trees

Every evening they will gather

They make the loud noises

Let everyone know its existence

In numbers the crows stick

Flapping wings cackling in unison

The melody of its kind in tune

Spreading its noise upsetting rhythm

Like the faces of red and white

They talk in unison afraid to debate

The controversial subjects

They are afraid to lose

They speak loud together

Saying bad of the opponents

But the wrong within the party

They are afraid to pursue

Like the crows on the trees

The faces of red and white

They speak loudly of wings to fly

They are afraid to lose in the innings