Yellow Sunshine Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Four souls locked in a room
discussing the relevance
of yesterday's beginnings.
The music in the background
indicates the the four were right.

One by one they came to realize
the profit motives at work.
That they have no importance
until they have money to burn.
They speak though yellow sunshine,
which is indicated by their smiles.

shared memories of rebellion.
A High School chronicle of fear.
Four misfits in a room
telling their tales of pain,
as they try to speak for peace,
and get mocked by fools.

Little rats in their caged
and barbaric interpretations
laugh at the four for their
free loving souls and hearts.
They are afraid to follow them
for fear of getting spanked or shot.

Ready to talk of solutions,
yet afraid to put them through.
The four of the yellow sunshine
called the rest of them the fools,
as the night wore on in colours
that changed the rest of
their thoughts.