"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker

Raven the Wanderer

By Marylene Guevara

The Raven spreads his wings and takes flight

To survey a city full of sorrow.

Women are weeping throughout the night

For lost souls that leave them hollow.

A song of requiem starts to ring

As violence remains silent in life,

Pain and suffering it does bring,

Cuts through a spirit like a knife.

Oh-raven fears getting involved means certain death,

he can't stop the wild nature of man.

Raven weeps-a good man lost his head!

So a day ends with the falling sun.