Raven the Wanderer
By Marylene Guevara
The Raven spreads his wings and takes flight
To survey a city full of sorrow.
Women are weeping throughout the night
For lost souls that leave them hollow.
A song of requiem starts to ring
As violence remains silent in life,
Pain and suffering it does bring,
Cuts through a spirit like a knife.
Oh-raven fears getting involved means certain death,
he can't stop the wild nature of man.
Raven weeps-a good man lost his head!
So a day ends with the falling sun.
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