To tread on pathways
Paved with bones
Of dead fellows
And nestle inside nests
Wove with feathers
Wrested from wings
Of deprived fellows,
Depraved ravens crave.
They crave to stand
On platforms and sing
Of paper mansions
Built on sand dunes
Awaiting demolition
From roving floods.
They crave to listen
And dance to hollow praises
Of feather brained singers
Smacking lips
Tainted with palm nuts
Plucked from evil forests,
They crave to hear cheers
From debauched offspring.