Squat, rain-sodden, quick-eyed crows, as black as coke sacks
The odd corpse-scrounging so-and-so amongst hoards of grey-cowled jacks
Crouch in doom-laden rows
Chiming slights, inspiring spats
Gossips gossip and snipers snipe; always stirring
Spurring protesters to issue vendettas and thinly veiled threats of war
Parties parley, sneering and snarling, like bunting flags
Strung between trees, they stream back and forth
When crowds of crows gang together, they excite peer group pleasure
But in freedom there is open debate and inevitably some altercate
And by squawk of beak they create
A vaguely prophesied, state-despised dissenter
Who measure by measure, increases peer group pressure
Makes pacts and breaks contracts, attacks and back-tracks
Spins lies together with abstract facts
Even claims to be God’s ultimate successor
But in the clatter of harsh chatter, shrill chinks like splitting flints
They petition yet another contender
Create disquiet amongst the fickle, quarrel and squabble, chivvy and quibble
And then pronounce an even newer messiah…
And so it goes on, twixt sunrise and the twilight of yet another dimsy
Realigning their boundaries, reassigning their territories
For the ten millionth time
In the last thousand crow-blighted centuries
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