The Crow

The Crow 

Show me what is white in you
You are clean for sure to say
I shall take the sayings untrue
You feast not the rotting prey!

We look up for glimpse awesome
You perch high in majestic style
Bother not the brother worms
You have all the reasons to smile.

Calm your caws and seize your egos
Your songs are but a choking note
Men aim high with raising brows
To stone you ground with exact shot.