African Crow

I am the crow that fly high beyond the skies, looking at the barren soil.
I am the crow that takes what I need, and snatch away your soul.
I am the black crow that is only noticed by it color,
I am a crown that lives without a mother.

Do you see me, do you flee?
Do I give you angry, hate or glee?
Do you want to hold me?
Do you want to cuddle me?

I do not believe so, because I am alone.
I am the crow that forevers roam.

I am the African Crow, I give you no hope.