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Generation of Crows

by Amy Niggel

caw caw,
hear us cry,
All my friends and me.
Just like lazy crows,
waiting,
perched on a telephone wire,
for something to get hit,
run over by a car,
So we can rush in,
scrape to get our piece
and fly away,
back to our wire.
caw caw,
listen to our call
my peers and I
Just like lazy crows,
carying a soul ,
that isn't ours,
tword somthing else,
taking it from
grave to God
or back again,
only to find
ourselves longing
for a soul to call our own.
caw caw,
hear our call
my generation,
Just like lazy crows
being chased away,
swung at with brooms,
yelled at,
beaten or killed,
by others,
or our own.
carriers of disease,
harrolds of bad news,
feared,
loathed,
or simply ignored.
CAW CAW,
listen to us cry,
Just like lazy crows
waiting for something better,
hoping for something of our own,
wanting of acceptance.
We fly aimlssly
or we sit and wait,
or we are chased away,
look at the world we live in,
see what lies before you.
CAW CAW,
Listen and hear US!
This generation of crows.

01/06/2003

Author's Note: Ok so this was written like three years ago but I like it and think it is one of my better works actually.

Posted on 01/07/2003
Copyright © 2021 Amy Niggel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/10/03 at 06:56 PM

wow...vivid and self-knowing....i like it too!

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