Frankie Quinn with a poem from his expansive body of work.
Songbird
Beneath bird’s wings she sleeps
Questioning Humanity
Head bowed, hunger ravaging her delicate body
The sunbird collects nectar
For her sustenance
Protecting her from the Inhumane inhabitants planted on homeland.
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She sings in different dialects as the oppressed Artists paint the beauty in rebellion
Enemy can’t clip the wings of freedom
The lark rose from a dark H block cell
carried freedom’s voice to millions
The Tiny sunbird whispers truth in the ears of Palestine.
♞♜♝
As she opens her gentle hands
The sunbird flutters her wings
Warbles the freedom song from the river to the sea
In death we are free.
She curtsies, closes her eyes
Falls to her knees in the roots of an olive tree
Embraces it becoming one with her origins forever
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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