A rainbow fell down today <br />crashed into a million pieces <br />of rainbow light <br />and no one noticed. <br /> <br />There was Hope being <br />mugged quietly <br />but it was ok <br />because there was no scene; <br />so no one noticed <br />and that made it ok. <br /> <br />I am sure that all saw <br />Desperation Eyes <br />staring; <br /> <br />but you know <br />only so much of this can be taken; <br />after a while <br />it is not real <br />only a movie <br />on the TV screen. <br /> <br />Child Dreams <br />were checked out <br />of the Library <br />and marched <br />straight to the <br />Lost and Found <br />to Dream Orphanages. <br /> <br />Even the Black Crepe <br />we hang <br />cries. <br /> <br />So much there is to do <br />so much <br />to be done <br />to end the suffering: <br /> <br />might as well start at home. <br /> <br />I am committed this year <br />to Rain-Bow Repair. <br />I'll fix the Rainbow Pieces <br />making them into Stained Glass <br />and sell them everywhere <br />use the proceeds for <br />Hope victims who are wise <br />and can counsel others <br />to stay away from those <br />who mug our hopes <br />in alley-ways. <br /> <br />Desperate Eyes <br />can spot other <br />Desperate Eyes; <br />act as guides <br />back to Innocence. <br /> <br />I'll turn off the TV set <br />and go into my community <br />and deal with real people. <br /> <br />I know where the Orphanages are <br />and I know what to do. <br /> <br />I need to lighten up <br />my Black Crepe <br />maybe <br />with some Rainbow Colors: <br /> <br />Splatters of <br />Reclaimed Hope.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/splatters-of-regained-hope/
