A Murder of Crows
several cowardly shadows seize a plane
lead by a promise of utmost grandeur
driven by words incoherent and insane
a bold attempt to disrupt our lives our demeanor
a failed thought to clip the eagle's wings
a murder of crows take flight to deliver
their deadly message of suicide and war
three planes in all yet our heart has four valves
and still pumps RED white and blue
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