You Wouldn-‘t Know The Pain Of A Crow,
If You Were Born A Swan
How Would You Comprehend The Meaning
In His Cawing, When Your Sophisticated
Ears Only Knew The Notes Of Rhymes
You Wouldn-‘t Know The Hurt In Those
Small Eyes If You Never Had To Go
Eating The Dead Carcass To Survive
And Sit Unwelcomed On The
Dirty Terraces To Unwind