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Black feathers, mixed offspring

A mystery it had become, history did we sing.

A flight of crows, such seemed united broom

A joint hunt for crops, the scarecrow a guide.


A fitted hat with no facial attraction but stiffness

High up, high up it was in stillness

The protector and reminder of the green grass now.

Scared crows, we whites trembled lest we break a law but

The black crow elucubrated how to use its claw

The bird had become malevolent. 

The injuries from the black crow with its beak

A firm denial of access, or grant to speak.

Black evil bird now my bother, as they now despise me

in spite we are still brothers.

A broken jurisdiction

The black crows ripped the vegetation 

and to think the scarecrow could penalise,

His service on the cross were just lies.

A necessary evil or an unnecessary god

No action just respite, the white crows were now bored.A lift there

A black crow just in the air

The battle for dominion, my fellow white crows not in cheer

With little space between,

A careful glance did that crow make.

With few choices within,

It plucked the eye of our hope.

Wailing was the opposite of black crow

We knew we had to just mope,

We wondered why the scarecrow deceived us,

We knew we were at the mercy of black crows.

A hope for another to come was like till thy kingdom come

A question that remained,

How did the scarecrow come?

                                      OKOCHA OBED






My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my ink—I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.

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