My son, This wing It’s yours On The Way to college In a muddy ditch The wing Whitely shone Saying it’s a burden, Was it snatched away? In a hasten minute Taking it on palm I am G azing at The Red blood stain Amongst white strands With Batons, stones, canes, And fierce firearms, Who Desired to shoot A humming bird? Hawk also dies Eagles are killed Humming birds, not Yet, ma’ son This wing is Really yours