The Black crows
Klang Valley belonging to them
There are many as I could remember
When I was schooling in Klang
Those times money paid for dead crows
Many shooters came and had crowed times
Fielding questions of bullets
The Black crows flew away
Searching for sanctuary
On churches roofs
They stay taking a peep
What life will be?
They aren’t welcome
The shooters send bullets to them
The Black crows
Sanctuary disappearing
They are looking for new places to hide
Perhaps in high rise buildings…………
Breeding quickly numbers dwindling
The shooters will come
Sabbath or Sunday free
They have a job to shoot crows
They don’t care what others think
Compassionate to God’s creatures
The shooters have no such courtesy
Sabbath or Sunday free
The bullets will do the talking
The black crows will fall
The black rain from the sky
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