The Hummingbirds

The hummingbirds weep as they meet the white vulture

That preys on their people and savors their culture

They’re dream-seeking birds Trapped in cages, bearing hope

Let their voices be heard and not just by the Pope

The white bird drowns in Illusion of disorder

Builds wall through my people and not just the border

He targets the small For fear guides his blind bird eye

But our ancestors' sun

Lets the hummingbirds fly