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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Rainbow coloured camouflage The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”. "You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”. ‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood, vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor. “There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman, drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven. It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle, but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers, imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction. “I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”. Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion. ‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on. Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead. “I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
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