Me and a crow

To me

A crow that perched on the wall

That grafitteid by hunreds of words

And me, a shameless patriot

Who sat on a bench in the tea store

Where chauvinist and fanatic sit by side

Actually that crow and that me

Are the adherent of the strange ism

Whether it is waiting for another loaf

And I’m waiting for the wordings

That could ease my longing soul!

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