i'm not a very good poet, but hey it's still a poem!
In the sky, I see a hawk,
Its wings stretched woefully across the sky.
It opened its mouth and out came a proud cry,
It called to its flock
And to them it fly.
Like a seer and a philosopher,
I know something you don’t;
A hawk is like a human
Only with more freedom but more troubles.
A creature such as this is nothing but an avian.
In the grass I see a cobra.
It is not calm but somber.
‘Cause a war they lost with murder
Against their enemies, the winged.
It reaches for food and screams for revenge.
They eagerly prepare like soldiers in battle.
Their fangs are like deadly weapons, ready to strike their prey.
Their time is worthy spent.
They throw a whimper, they’re not content.
Like a seer and a philosopher,
I know something you don’t;
A cobra is like a human
Only with more despair and revenge.
A creature such as this is nothing but a serpiente.
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