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Rainbow People Let the Gods Fight Their Own War
(To My Proud Daughters of a Man-made World) We shift shapes and shades all day long Happy or sad we cleanse our souls with a song. Together we sat giving company, counting crows, The rhythm of our lives echoed in the shore. We are the rainbow people known to all; We answered the world to its beck and call. Then came the fateful day, mighty and dark We set out on a mission - a journey to embark. We dreamt of a butterfly dream, soulful and bright But the passage to heaven was out of sight. Our glorious land was ravaged by the gods, We lost our sight and calculated the odds. Hunger and stupor became our hosts We were defeated, but all is not lost. The wind fails to favor our sail, our spirits encumber In the land of lost we were outnumbered. The soul shifts in the endless tyranny of life Wicked wisdom cuts us through like a knife. The golden gate was rusty, the eyes wander for shade We marked the silver lining with our rotten blade. So long my sweet angels I bid thee well We spread to prosper but I cannot tell. We are the sisters of a mother’s womb Until the day we rest on a solitary tomb. We burned the sacred books to get rid of the cold, To the world that is yet to come – We are the mold. ________
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