The Raven Calls

What’s the trouble with the world, what’s the trouble with the world…

“Caw, Caw!” the raven calls, rivers flow, rain falls,

a billion feet beat the earth, lovers scramble in embrace,

the human race races, faces kiss faces, hands hurt and help,

junk piles up in different places, food goes to waste in baskets,

the young come home in silver caskets, eyes fixed in disbelief,

the UN calls for quick relief and all the ears are listening to

the screaming music of discontent and the raven calls, “caw!”

rivers flow, rain falls and glaciers melt, and ‘summer is a cumin in!’

And for me, the messenger on our street repeats,

I like the raven’s take – that here we are and here we stay,

day follows night, night follows day, there’s little I can do

to sway the minds of gods and all that is, no matter what.

The great clock on the wall of life, its hands are swift and turning

like tides or mountains burning, things go on and on in step

with cosmic surety of nothing great or blazing in the sky,

but that “caw caw” relentless calling in the night,

that endless melody that says what’s here is right….