Hummingbird


Dreamin’ away my lifeline in a lie, in a strange time
when I saw bright rainbow colours with my eye, in my mind.
Kaleidoscope and forlorn hope,
spin me ’round an’ let me go,
pick me up down willow oak:
there flies my hummingbird.
Sage rhymes of street-wise poets, ring out loud, to the crowd.
Paintin’ pictures with their words, with their notes an’ their sounds.
Of peace an’ love, pure white doves,
flowers spikin’ warfare’s guns.
There’s enough world for everyone …

Oooh. Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird.
Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird.
Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird.
Hum, hum. My hummingbird don’t say a word.

Endless circles in the sands of time boxed in under the stars.
Plied with lies, incessant lies, till we don’t know who-what we are.
Stand alone. Dare to fight.
Hold the line! For what’s right.
Hoping for a brave white knight:
our voices never heard.
Rebellious lights are doused, one by one, in the night.
No heros left to rally ’round, to lead our valiant fight.
Poet’s rhymes, now mind-crimes.
Wayward thoughts, wicked fines:
the sad story of our times …

CHORUS

Feather-light, my tiny sprite, hoverin’ around.
Hum for me my little hummin’bird.
Beat her wings, an’ softly sings, a gentle lulla-sound.
Comfort me my little hummin’bird.

CHORUS

©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Plied with lies, incessant lies, till we don’t know where we are.


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