the raven on a statue

i hate humans
they assume too much
and they talk too loud
and they prance around
their built world in pure
and they swear to each other
they are happy

i can see their hearts
their truth
and they are as this
plain rock statue
i perch upon

they are hunched creatures
bowed by shackles they
willingly wear
they cover themselves with
flashy colors and plastic
but over time
it all washes away
and they are left with the
worn cold granite

they stand alone
singular among millions
their expressions show the blankness
of their lives

one day
if they are lucky
they will see one of my
large majestic brethren
soar threw the sky
and they will shudder
to glimpse the future
when we take over

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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