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CROWS BLOOD
I have stood at the bloodline of time
The blood of the Jew
The blood of the Christian
The blood of the African American
The Blood of Muslim
They bleed for divine love
Atheists bleed for Darwin's blood
Crows bleed for all those above
One must bleed for blood
Governance bleeds on where democracy dies
Society bleeds on their corrupt blood lies
Infected curse blood of unfit politics
Spilling the blood of Rebellious Heretics
Time shows our fate
We bleed for hate
They start our wars, and we bleed for our brother
Instead of learning to understand the love we should have for one another
We burn our cities by fascist flame
Quick to accuse, quick to blame
You drain the blood of the needy and bully the beggar
Allow them our streets, then sponsor drugs for their torture
It took only one virus, and society flamed
Outing one another due to fears of Fauci's false claims
If I removed his name, then who would you blame?
Look in the mirror, whose blood is within the frame?
We all bleed for the beast whose in for the prey
This is how the world spills blood for the reasons we pray
The crows line up, squeaking for the hawk
Hawk, Hawk, Hawk, they must feed
Take your blood for which you bleed
Your blood is crow's blood
An infinity of feast
Crow's blood, for your belief, is what they bleed
We bleed our reasons for the crow to feed
One by one, you bleed for one
One by one until there's none
E.Croe
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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neopoet
1 month 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem "CROWS BLOOD" employs repetition and stark imagery to interrogate the cyclical violence and scapegoating present in human history and society. The motif of blood functions as a unifying metaphor for suffering, sacrifice, and complicity across religious, political, and social divides. The poem moves through a litany of identities and ideologies, emphasizing the universality of pain and the persistence of conflict.
The structure is loosely organized, with couplets and single lines interspersed, which contributes to a sense of fragmentation and urgency. The repeated invocation of "bleed" and "blood" risks monotony, but it also reinforces the poem’s central thesis: that violence is both individual and collective, and that it persists regardless of context or justification.
The use of "crows" as a recurring image is effective in evoking a sense of predation and inevitability. The crows become both witnesses and beneficiaries of human suffering, their presence a reminder of nature’s indifference or perhaps a symbol of opportunism. The final stanzas, with their chant-like repetition ("Hawk, Hawk, Hawk, they must feed"), intensify the poem’s fatalistic tone.
Some lines could benefit from greater precision or development. For example, "Atheists bleed for Darwin's blood" is a provocative phrase, but its meaning is ambiguous and may distract from the poem’s otherwise clear critique of ideological violence. Similarly, references to contemporary figures ("Fauci's false claims") risk dating the poem and may alienate readers unfamiliar with the context or who interpret the reference differently.
The poem’s rhetorical questions and direct address ("Look in the mirror, whose blood is within the frame?") invite self-reflection, but the poem’s accusatory tone sometimes overshadows opportunities for nuance or empathy. The poem’s strength lies in its relentless examination of complicity and the cost of division, but it could be enhanced by moments of specificity or concrete imagery to ground its abstractions.
Overall, the poem’s ambition and thematic coherence are clear, but further refinement of language and imagery could deepen its impact and clarity.
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Lavender
1 month 1 week ago
Crows Blood
Hello!
I cannot completely explain why, but this poem gives me the same feeling as "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones. There is an eeriness to it that transcends time both in the past and the future. Much to love here, with its depth and strong language. I can hear the crow's call/caw sound in the "Hawk, Hawk, Hawk." Very unsettling, chilling.
I think "whose" in the line, "We all bleed for the beast whose in for the prey..." should be "who's" if I am interpreting it correctly. Great rhyme pattern, I like the first several stanzas leading into the couplets.
Bold final line.
Thank you!
Lavender