The Rainbow Is Out

the rainbow is out now, I saw it this morning on my way to school the rainbow our heroes of old died fighting for died believing for died praying for died hoping for it is out now, I see it in that school bus painted Black and White and Indian by its passengers I see it, you can see it too mother just open your eyes and sight beyond the obvious see it in that black child eating a samosa over there oh the beauty of its splendored colors. I see it, you can see it too brother just open your eyes and see beyond the nose: see it over that white soul walking the streets of Soweto freely I see it, its splendor like a flower garden in the sky I see it on that public toilet with no inscription: “whites only” I see it: you can see it too father in the faces of the so called “born frees” I see it in the tongue of that Indian man speaking Zulu see it too buddy? On that black dude sharing a rugby field i see the rainbow wonderfully engineered by the selfless life of Nelson Mandela Walter Sisulu Ahmed Kathreda more like painted stars in the sky but only in the skins of a people-a rainbow natio