Crow Queen

Riffing on comments about Wendy McCaw’s win.

The freedom of the press

Is a complete, utter mess

Now that her claws

Are protected by laws.

Her right to kill prey,

Or spook them to obey,

Precedes the prey’s rights

To squawk ‘bout their plights

And fly like a flock,

In formation mock,

The talon that feeds

Those who fulfill her needs.

A crow like no other,

The evil stepmother,

Now crowned a queen –

Free to suppress and demean.