YOUR SCARECROW
YOUR SCARECROW
A series of painful mid-noon
Passed away…
Still I stand there below the open sky.
Protect your paddy crops and
Many of your lost lands.
Laughing like before
As you wish
Inside a black hemisphere.
Heading with a painted clay pot,
Standing there,
Year after year,
Never tired never died
You can use or
You can throw
Because I am your scarecrow
Never tired never died.
Standing there,
Year after year.