The City Crows
Over the roofs we fly
free like the wind of Odin
Messengers of God in black coats we are
But you call us dirty
for we live on your waste.
On the roofs we perch
looking down on you
nothing can escape our eyes
We see how mankind withers inside –
you are the ones who created the dirt.
High in the skies we fly
though you may call us dirty
we still carry God’s love inside
And we are his seeing eye
for nothing remains hidden to us
from the things you do everyday.
You say that God has left you alone
but it’s the other way round –
and he weeps for you all.
But we are not black messengers of grief
Instead, life is our message, and love.
See, human, how free we are!
In us you may recognize
your old brothers and sisters
Remember your origins
and lift your eyes to the heavens!
© 2016 Corra