Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
As they go lumbering across the sky,
Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
They scare the singing birds of earth away
As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly,
Watching the toilers with malignant eye,
From their exclusive haven- birds of prey.
They swoop down for the spoil in certain might,
And fasten in our bleeding flesh their claws.
They beat us to surrender weak with fright,
And tugging and tearing without let or pause,
They flap their hideous wings in grim delight,
And stuff our gory hearts into their maws.
dis poem is L to the It yo dis speaks volumes to what im talking about my G's ya peace out my dudes (Report) ya ya yeet if yall don't respec dis poem yall smeel lik king kongs yall feel me?
Youz all whak itz abot the kkk kiling blacks for the fun of it.
Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray. They scare the singing birds of earth away ---Written with great imagery for the hawkish characters, those in their safe haven look out for their prey, the singing birds and the toilers!
To the close relatives of the late poet Congratulations on being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day by Poem HUnter and Team
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery..... Great internal truth.