The
black crows fly
Cackling
on their flight
The
way they enjoy
The
humans misery
Of
political back stabbing
What
is new in their lives?
The
hungry of power and positions
The
tomorrow they forget to see
The
black crows gathered
On
the trees near to hospitals
Neighbourhood
housing estates
Hearing
the woes of political divide
The
humans of many colours
They
forget to unite and share
The
black crows flapping wings
“It's
time for us to multiply
Quickly
before the humans realize”
The
black crows cackling loudly
In
the evening of sunset lights
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