Monday, March 9, 2020

The Crow

I am a Crow.
My Sound is ‘Cra-Cra’.
I clean the gardens,
Daily like a house maid.
People throw stones at me,
For reasons unknown to me.
They feed the pigeons
Pigeons don’t do work.
Pigeons are white.
People feed the whites,
And throw stones at black.
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