God is Watching
Grasp at straws,
little crow,
try to find the pin.
Gasp in awe,
little crow,
at what they do to win.
Fly, be free,
little crow,
marvel at the skies.
Cry and flee,
little crow,
at what the money buys.
Wonder why,
little crow,
at the setting of the sun
Tremble, die,
little crow,
from the man with the gun.
Soar and glide,
little crow,
spiral through melting clouds
Cringe inside,
little crow,
at the bloodlust in the crowds.
Sit and see,
little crow,
watch the people live
neither beg nor plea,
little crow,
to what they take or give.
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