Below The Rainbow

Rainbows float,

raised in midair.

Through glides the Benu,

alert to such terror.

Quietly,

he whispers a desperate prayer.

Why oh why,

world,

must you not care.

I am begging you,

please spare.

A mourning dove cries out,

have you lost all love?

For when you fly below the rainbow,

there is no spilled blood.

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