2022.03.08.
Crows, Too
I’m the black crows’ vanguardAll white, and I’ve long reached my destination
My maps are good
But my flock is at a loss
They’re being fired at over Prague
I know all the hunters by name
This is how they kill time
Self-proclaimed guardians of the homeland
Leave me here, I’ll be fine
And my flock, too
Though now they’re at a total loss
Flying around in confusion
Over the divided states
Hey
Clouds are converging
Over the flock of black crows
Clouds made of pain of unhealed wounds
Soldiers rain upon soldiers
And as the ground comes near
Each is alone under their parachute
They take out slingshots as they fly
Shooting heavy stones
In all directions
Maybe you’re also familiar
With being driven through the mud by a crowd
So fierce you forget your wellies
Leave me here, I’ll be fine
And my flock, too
Though now they’re at a total loss
Flying around in confusion
Over the divided states
But you know, I’m really not mad at the hunters
I know the weakness of the crowd
And the strength of a passionate claque1
Even I get swept up sometimes
Sometimes we, too, play
At hired assassins
But you know, I’m really not mad at the hunters
I know the weakness of the crowd
And the strength of a passionate claque
Even I get swept up sometimes
Sometimes we, too, play
At hired assassins
- 1. claque – a group of people hired to applaud a performer or public speaker