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
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