The black ravens
Flying high everywhere
No worry as they fly
Worrying is for the authority
They sing loudly
In the morning in the sun
Eyes looking for fruits to bite
As long as the owners don't cry
They sit on the cables
Single row making their calls
As if trying to call for numbers
The easy picking in their eyes
The house-owners will not bother
They are busy with their cooking or house-work
No time to listen to the noises outside their homes
But the black ravens will like their fruit time
The black ravens
Like the bad preachers
They will convey bad intention
The authority will not listen
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