the black bird

Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go by monkeyc.net from flickr

Is it crow or raven?
Black color bird perches on the roof
Flapping wings sharp peak and claws
Eyes surveying challenging

What now in the crowd?
The hypocrisy of the elites
Telling stories looking so saint
Branding own marks village folks smile
Listening to the lies propping up as truths

In their own internal homes
Every allege scene breaking rules
By the laws and religion
Nothing lasso in

The black bird eyes it coldly
On the crowd many hide the truth
Under the shadow of trees and buildings
Sometimes in the cars, buses and lorries

The truth runs
They pretend with their work
The black bird records it
In future there is a demand
When sins arise, payment comes
In the world of darkness
The black bird rules supreme