Scavenger

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Wonderful World

Given a choice, would sure voice

Be born again perhaps, a crow maybe;

They look

charming, shiningly Black Beautiful --

Observant, have you ever been?

Encircling the

Globe with my battalions, halting now and then;

Sweeping upon world societies, purging fresh clean;

Thoroughly scavenging. Never bitter

I would -- Peck at, pick painstakingly, obnoxious dirt

that lay scattered throughout each brain; Train men,

live much above

dull bickering, impositions that promote, "Ignorance is bliss."

Let know, life beyond mere indulgence exist. Overcome barriers

mentally demeaning

which work against prosperity; cawing, create awareness. Would

only rest completely consuming the putrefying stink. Earth cleaned.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, a crow that grow into a battalion to purge and clean. It is futile to abuse the black crow from Europe.

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Karyn Indursky's picture

It's funny how we always think of being something else. I wonder if animals could be different, who or what they'd choose?