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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Snatchers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=464622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I was a kid, <br>And at noon hungry, <br>My mother gave me <br>A bit of bread <br>And I ate moving <br>In the street only in a shirt, <br>And sometime went <br>To the farther end of the street<br>But the crows <br>Sitting on the surrounding walls <br>Or edges of the roofs dived<br>One of them snatched the piece <br>And other cawed on the walls, <br>Or in the trees or on the roofs.<br>I returned weeping and wailing<br>Clang to my mother, <br>Who wiped my tears <br>With a corner of her clout <br>And gave me an other, <br>Reprimanding that I should eat <br>Sitting beside her<br>While she churned milk; <br>And I sat in her shade <br>In the dusty courtyard <br>Extending my naked legs on the ground<br>And ate the piece with relish.<br>Now I am a grown up man, <br>My mother has passed away <br>No one is to wipe my tears, <br>I earn my bread <br>The crows still dive to snatch the pieces, <br>But now they do not caw on the walls, <br>Or in the trees or on the roofs.<br>But they sit either on a throne, <br>In the assembly or senate halls<br>Or chambers of commerce<br>Or live in the societies of defence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a></strong></div>