Somewhere
I long for somewhere
where the red fires of rage
are blown out like a candle at dawn,
where the orange light of destruction
is dimmed to a humble glow,
where the yellow sickness of the masses
is miraculously cured.
I yearn for somewhere
where my grass is green too,
where the blue sadness
becomes a joyous celebration,
where the indigo oppression of yesteryear
is eradicated,
where the violet hate
turns to love.
But alas alack… I can only see the rainbow.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2012
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