The songs of sunbirds know no colour

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