What Rainbows Are Poem by Seth Diamond

What rainbows are:


A rainbow is hideous.
They obscure the view
of the dark void of men.

There is no joy; only agony upon pain.
Your impressions are robbed by these colors.
You are lost on your own path.
Virtue and wisdom flaccid ideals
for the weak and the daft,
whom been called sage.

All fail you.
Your family, groups,
and in a word, society.
These rainbows are there to hide this.
The rainbow is diabolic.

The most incite-full of verses.
The best of rhymes.
The greatest of men.
The heroes of the times.
They do not succeed,
nor try from their armchairs.
Their failure is complete.

False notions of hope birthed from within,
parried by men of wickedness; evil; wretchedness.
They make knights allowances - missives and permissions
for hollow excuses.
The anointed are really mere spectators.
With quips and their empty polemics.
Thus you see. You know,
a rainbow is hideous.