The crows
Came and complained to me
Of the shots being fired in the dark
Why oh why
They asked of me
Should hunters be allowed in the park?
Silent and still
I listened to them
And the thought then came to me
When men behaved like savages of old
And on killing fellow-beings did agree
Then how, oh how, could they be expected
To leave the crows scot-free????
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2022 02:28
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
oh i love the emotion of this! "why oh why they asked of me" the narrative is surreal and striking! loved!
Lesson learned, kill all the birds you want. Those bastards had it easy for far too long.
killing any one - human or animal is not something i would advocate..let's stop this bloodshed
Don't worry, I'm not for senseless murder, it was a joke.
a different and intriguing read, thanks for sharing..
(still, I wonder
are those savages, leaving
the Crows
or are the crowd's, waiting
till they can freely pick
their rewards
of, of
each others demise
cyclical reality
of that cannibalism
of ideal's...)
it is indeed sad how people are bent on killing, destroying anything possible. let's learn to save and cherish
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