Will We Ever Learn?

RAINBOWS FOLLOW RAIN

No storm can wash the colors from the sky.
The passing grays are shadows, nothing more.
Behind the clouds, the patient blue stands by,
Allowing winds to blow and rains to pour.
The lightning strikes, the thunder underscores
The menace in the Mother’s angry stare.
She watches as the children she adores
Attack each other, blithely unaware
Their hatred is the sorrow that she bears,
Too heavy grown. The lessons never learned.
What punishment is meet should love forswear
Her vows? Too long her call for peace they spurned.
Thoughts and prayers cannot undo this pain.
It’s not enough that rainbows follow rain.

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