Their feathers, both black
Sleek and shiny
They look alike
If only slightly bigger
One honest and proud
Another, dishonest
And yet, hard to tell apart
From their looks
Both look as innocent
As they look guilty
But when forced to speak
One sings like an angel
The other crows like a crow
And we know
For words have a lot of power
And there’s always a difference
And it isn’t how you are alike
But it is how you are different