Crows

I don’t know where I am

Some place new I guess                                                                      

I have nowhere to go 

I am lost I say

But at least …..

The crows are the same

I can’t hear my self

I am shouting as hard as I can

I am unknown I say

But at least their caws are the same

 I know this is not my home

My home was mine

I know I don’t belong here

Nor can I see my way

But I know I am not blind I say

But at least their colors are the same 

PS

CROWS = mean, bad and cruel people

Where ever you go you may find good people

but there always be bad people present