There's nothing wrong with a rainbow, every hue of you is there reflected. So how can you object to it? How can you feel sick with disgust or distrust ? How can you sit and resent it? Lets stand hand in hand with man and man, woman and woman, man and woman and guide the children to a better view. From the top of a hand built mountain we'll sit counting rainbows in the sky till its no longer blue. But every single shade of me and you.
Beautiful to see America finally united in marriage equality. Still a long way to go in terms of acceptance, and my frustration with the narrow minded is the essence of this poem. TY4YT