The
black crows fly
In
the sky covering in black
Looking
down on the silly fanatics
They
think they live by themselves
Brewing
a discourse in term of religion
Forgetting
we are the children of God
No
matter what one's religious faith
No
religion should sound superior
This
is the ulterior motive
Of
a mind who has caused astray
The
Constitution says one is free to practise
There
is no hindrance and yet in the years
The
black crows fly
Laughing
at our own stupidity
Look
at us we can't disappear
Even
we are shot at countless times
Many
riflemen came
With
bullets to claim their birds
We
are still around multiplying more
We
can't disappear just like that
The
black crows cackling on trees
The
black colour in the green leaves
The
loud sound the black crows sing
The
riflemen just give up and go away
The
Crusaders made many mistakes
Fighting
for the holy land
Until
lost of lives and pride
It
is within ourselves to progress
Do
the fanatics learn?
They
repeat the ancient mistakes
Like
history they will suffer in pain
God
will inflict anger to these people
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