Rainbows and sunshine are seasonal.
Almost irregular.
Hardly seen.
Barely noticed.
Bright as can be but still condemned.
Reds, blues, greens, oranges, purples, and yellows.
Unable to penetrate the dark lenses of a blind society.
Rain comes and we let out our umbrellas
But yet have we begun to close them, look up at the sky
And notice the beauty that has come from the gloom.
Doom.
Forced upon a society.
Doom.
Partaking in the lives of a society.
Doom.
Has its grip around the bulk of a society.
Doom.
Made of blacks and blues.