Night time song

The sky has bled it's colours
Through and through
The sun protests in glaring gold
A last attempt to stay the night time hold

Weary shadows hang over
Weary heads bent low
Black veils of silk, float and flow
And cover earth in hushed secrets, slow

Now the movement under sky,
A low hum and hymn, the nighttime din
Of impatient travelers that long for home

In lines of longing, rumbling
The vibrations of tired, negro streets
Lit by artificial light, down low and up high
Trapped in metal cages they sigh

Some where in the distance, far above
The birds have taken up a call and cry
For home, and fly they do

While down below, all around
Those tied to earth and ground
Begin their night time song.