The black crow
Perching at the lamp post
Flapping its wings
Saying to the wind
“I am not going
I am here to stay
Look at the bad
The gathering of sins
The way I see they will
So I am staying put”
The wind blowing harder
Gathering the energetic force
“The bad shouldn't come
The chances they have blown it
Because they don't learn
They want to control
Forgetting the basic values
Until they have been dethroned
Now you better fly away
You aren't wanted here to stay”
“Alright alright don't feel angry!
I am just telling you my thoughts
I know it is to my advantage
But the people will suffer in pain
Now I better fly away”
The black crow flies to the sky
Winging it away to another scene
The wind keeps blowing energy
The black crow takes flight quickly
On the crowd the people aren't happy
The faces of no joy but sadness
As the bad will back a return
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