The
ravens fly
The
black birds with red eyes
From
tree to tree
Cackling
loudly in broad daylight
The
walkers look at the tree
The
motorists park their vehicles
They
don't say a thing
The
common sight what's there to say?
The
ravens flapping wings
“What
I tell you?
The
humans never care
They
don't see us anymore”
“The
decades of spoon feeding
They
can't differentiate the truth and lies
They
are just walking robots
We
can multiply quickly”
The
boys at nearby village
They
come with catapults
Firing
stones the black ravens
“What's
that sound?”
The
ravens take flight
“We
are lucky
The
boys are lousy shots
We
shouldn't forget they will be men”
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