A crow never stole corn
that the earth didn’t give freely
The man too often takes
too much credit for what
he puts down into the dirt
Wether it is a seed or a body
As if he alone made
life sprout and grow
As if without him
the earth would not be green
the sky would not be blue
As if he himself is
the very GOD he prays to
The man forgets his place
when murdering the crow
for nothing more
than being a crow
Mistaking black beaks
and black feathers
and black eyes
as things that must
always be up to no good
A bird that is no good
for anything but a target
for his hate and fear
As if the crows heart
was meant for nothing other
than to give his bullets
something to bite into
The man becomes something
less and less
every time he murders
another crow
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
A crow never stole corn
that the earth didn’t give freely
The man too often takes
too much credit for what
he puts down into the dirt
Wether it is a seed or a body
As if he alone made
life sprout and grow
As if without him
the earth would not be green
the sky would not be blue
As if he himself is
the very GOD he prays to
The man forgets his place
when murdering the crow
for nothing more
than being a crow
Mistaking black beaks
and black feathers
and black eyes
as things that must
always be up to no good
A bird that is no good
for anything but a target
for his hate and fear
As if the crows heart
was meant for nothing other
than to give his bullets
something to bite into
The man becomes something
less and less
every time he murders
another crow
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