Rainbow nation
It rained and rained fine rainfall yet persistent,
mountains dissolved rocks turned into fine sand
and when the rain stopped a smooth landscape
of hillocks and pains a postcard picture of peace.
Before the deluge people who had sinned were
stoned to death, since this was no longer doable
thieves had to eat a kilo of raw carrots a day till
they turned orange and not invited for dinner or
left unsupervised at the supermarket.
Authorities thinking this was a good idea and made
a colour program to better classify left wingers and
radicals by making them eat cabbage till they turned
green and could not hide their socialist tendency and
forbidden to enter posh restaurants in the City.
The government liked this so much they decided to
classify all the social classes, beetroot for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato –peel
colour for the working class, and pink for artists.
but people fall in love across colour variety and got
children that looked like rainbows and incapable to
classify people the state declared everyone equal and
instead build bigger prisons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wise and amazing poem shared on your National Day. Everywhere rainbow speaks about emotion shared and imagery...10
thank you, Kumarmani Mahakul