The cuckoo’s brood

A parasite brood is some one else’s
Responsibility, the way world grew.

The dark crow will raise its chicks
From all its monsoon indiscretions.

The cuckoo’s mango song is sweet
Around stones tongues lick clean,

That wagging tongues skip morals
And forgive lack of responsibility.

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