The Crows had a meeting
on the wires this morning.

Their collective cawing was
remnant of Westminster.

Corbyn [Old French] Corbeau,
was getting it in the ear.

Bercrow, as per usual, in
the centre, eying the right.

May, the crow, never picks
their stack, but regardless,

She was about to go and
pluck someone.

Things were beginning to
look blacker and bleaker.

The Rooster Crowed, not
your call, she said,

Shut the **** up MaCrown,
crow'king's what frogs do best.

Crow'n quarto intervened,
just before dawn chorus.

Crow'd fondling #MeToo
Union Jack-Daw is guilty.

Off with his wings, to the
Bowery!

And away they all went,
back to their Crookery.

Ages of mental slavery,
Has brought us pain and calvary.
Within this world of treachery
Is hidden a billion mysteries.
By the deceitful masonry
The world is living in misery.
To end this supreme crookery,
Minds must be free of any boundary.

The sound
Of global disorder has deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Apathy and distrust
The weakening waves of frost
Have left on our flesh a crust
Resistant to any light to ******
In between sides we have lost
Our map
Our path
We played and we lost.

This is the sound of global disorder
That deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Helpless as long as lives would last.
Just as happened in the past.
Destructive thoughts of doubt
Eating
Our lives and our whereabouts

The purpose of those who just preach
Does not regard your well-being
You suppose it does, but you’re fooled
Between the lines is where you can find the key
To truth…