Beyond the Rainbow's End
At the end of our rainbow, we're so often told,
is an awesome reserve of a pot filled with gold.
At the end of my rainbow, no treasure for me
in the form of gold coins to use up selfishly.
At the end of my rainbow, inside my own pot,
they'll be wishes come true deep within to allot.
Like a resolute peace, in each country on Earth;
no more conflicts or war...oh, just think of the mirth!
To see total mankind as a genus of one,
for inside we're the same, from one God we do come.
Find the cure for diseases...their mysteries solved;
so the curse of these monsters is truly dissolved.
Find a way to stop hunger, both here and abroad;
with new food waste reduction plans, we can applaud.
Revise government rules to be fair, not corrupt;
make new laws so that violence does not erupt.
To respect our dear Earth, follow her wisdom too;
with her laws keep in sync in whatever we do.
At the end of my rainbow, instead of bright gold,
they'll be wishes come true for mankind to behold.
January 20, 2016
Contest: Your Rhy-Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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