Crow Eating Person Proven Wrong Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I wouldn't want a pair of eyes like that
Pistol cocked and demanding response, stealing rest from others not taking rest yourself
Eyes that shout threats at dreamers
Eyes that deny safety to mind peace aspirations

And they'll watch you be picked apart for not being perfect
They'll be in the crowd happy to see deserved dissection
Their gold splattered surplus withheld from a sour grapes society

In the crowd, they devour the hesitant
Who can't see past the next utterance
Whose attempt to be brave is always sad
Whose outgoing approach is hampered by awkwardness

I wouldn't want to be the after dinner speaker when you point a finger at them
Finding an error and pouncing and piercing innards with sharpened beaks
Acting on behalf of and in accordance with those who work but are still not secure
And have the urge to tear into each new person or idea