The
ravens in flock
They
will fly in unity
They
will stick together
Ravishing
the food
Even
some are shot
The
ravens will stay on
They
smell the food
They
can't fly away
Once
they are hooked
The
hunters can easily popped
One
by one the ravens will fall
Smell
the ground feel the loss
Once
they are turned to ashes
Will
they remember their stupidity
Because
of food they have lost direction
They
forget there are many and not be greedy
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