Deep in my mind, I see a place
where nothings resembles a human face.
Shattered souls creep through shadowy space,
driven by hatred, into a war of race.

Red, yellow, blue, green, brown, silver,
the colors of the sunset split apart,
holding guns up to each other
through a barrel, they see no heart.

Then, a radiance shone around them.
A robed figure dressed in white,
with a face made of all the colors
comes to make peace clear and bright.

As the soul come closer, closer,
some of them look back in fright,
for they had lost their colors,
as their faces reflected light.

The figure started blending groups
of all the colors from the night
into one most beautiful rainbow
erasing all the need for hate.

The light of the fellowship
outshone the slaughtered moon
and turned the bleak, black nightscape
into a sunny day in June.

The people began to sing,
thanking the figure who
came from up above,
and brought the day

to common man,
changing hate and fear
to love.

Lindsey Milton 1996

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