Coming Over Here!
The swifts have once again returned
The pigeons have not even spurned
The influx of these migrant flocks...
Who've circumnavigated docks
And flown sky high as they've defected
Passport free and undetected
Africa they've left behind
Knowing that they'd surely find
Nests and food in great abundance
Austere months now in redundance
Times of plenty now abound
But have you ever really found
In human terms, for that is how
We think, but can you tell me now
That in this land of wealth and plenty
That such newcomers seeking gentry
Are welcomed with the song we sing
Do we make room, take under wing
Our fellow beings on this earth
Who live out lives to death from birth
Who only want the safest haven
That's surely what we all are craving
A place to raise our young in peace
As war and death and blight decease
If doors were always shut in faces
Nests destroyed in secret places
Remember that it's only fair
As watching fledgelings take to air
That where there's life is where there's hope
And for one moment could you cope
If you were always on the run
From those who shift you on and shun
Those who come from other places
They do it with their airs and graces
Assured of their superior stance
Rejecting as they caste askance
Their eyes of judgment over those
With different voices, skins and clothes
And never once remembering
It's one same song we all do sing
An octave quavering as they do
A chord that resonates with few
Is only why we always fool
Ourselves, and then divide and rule.
Well carry on if so you must
But we'll all end up the self same dust.
Matt Revans ©Copyright
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Coming Over Here!
The swifts have once again returned
The pigeons have not even spurned
The influx of these migrant flocks...
Who've circumnavigated docks
And flown sky high as they've defected
Passport free and undetected
Africa they've left behind
Knowing that they'd surely find
Nests and food in great abundance
Austere months now in redundance
Times of plenty now abound
But have you ever really found
In human terms, for that is how
We think, but can you tell me now
That in this land of wealth and plenty
That such newcomers seeking gentry
Are welcomed with the song we sing
Do we make room, take under wing
Our fellow beings on this earth
Who live out lives to death from birth
Who only want the safest haven
That's surely what we all are craving
A place to raise our young in peace
As war and death and blight decease
If doors were always shut in faces
Nests destroyed in secret places
Remember that it's only fair
As watching fledgelings take to air
That where there's life is where there's hope
And for one moment could you cope
If you were always on the run
From those who shift you on and shun
Those who come from other places
They do it with their airs and graces
Assured of their superior stance
Rejecting as they caste askance
Their eyes of judgment over those
With different voices, skins and clothes
And never once remembering
It's one same song we all do sing
An octave quavering as they do
A chord that resonates with few
Is only why we always fool
Ourselves, and then divide and rule.
Well carry on if so you must
But we'll all end up the self same dust.
Matt Revans ©Copyright
