When I was much younger
when just a rug hugger
my mother used to take me out
always after the rains
and as she did push me
I would notice rainbows in the road

I would point at them and cry
look mummy another rainbow
my mother would laugh as say
oh yes another rainbow fell today
in my mind I knew it was just oil
but I just loved to say it

These days oil does not look that pretty
when I see those tarmac rainbows
we just pump it up
the seas choke on it
those tarmac rainbows
are not that pretty anymore


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris