Scavenger

a poem by Jayati

Given a choice, would sure voice
Be born again perhaps an European
Crow maybe;
They look charming, shiningly Black Beautiful-
Observant, have you ever been?
Encircling the globe with my battalions, halting now and then;
Sweeping upon world societies, purging fresh clean;
Thoroughly scavenging. Never bitter
I would; Peck at, pick painstakingly, obnoxious dirt,
that lay scattered throughout each brain;
Train men, live much above
dull bickering, impositions that promote, “Ignorance is bliss.”
Let know, life beyond mere indulgence exist. Overcome mental
demeaning barriers
That work against prosperity; Cawing, create awareness.
Would only rest completely consuming the putrefying stink.
Earth cleaned.