The songs of sunbirds
Know no colour
No frothy saffron
No alien green
No white of feigned peace
No black of grieving flags
Stained with spent red
No faces bruised blue
Dawn breaks to a cruddy sun
In a sky so azure
You are fooled into thinking
It’s the colour of hope
Hope is not
For the colour-blind
Hope is for those who see
one colour alone
The world whirs
To an ancient plan
Hawks hunt
Doves mourn
Crows mob
Vultures… there are none
So the corpses fester
Until we are too numb to tell
The smell
Of life from death
Yet the songs of sunbirds
Know no colour
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