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Experience the Rainbow

in times when convenience is ruled a right to pursue 
and this onset moreover proclaims vice virtue
there comes a resignation to adapt to this curve
for swimming against currents compels increased swerve
so courage abdicates and complacency rules
and it's believed no one contends this except for fools
but what rises stealthily as this day presses on
is what's deemed enlightenment never returns its dawn
its march campaigns onward belied as light
even as this day condones its impending night
as twilight obscures surety then mistrust becomes storm
just what does this portend if it's all to be borne?
we fought for freedoms but what has become
is we're caged in our angst and compassion's gone numb
 
there are some who propose this night is our friend
their twilight bode recompense for spirits to mend
from what time has burdened us and the light has bleached dry
so we need not fear the reaper and the end is not nigh
we then rationalize without end to justify our due
despite what this want puts other lives through
it's desire we're born to and all will join this choir
the ones who don't sing this, they're the ones for the fire!
but emptiness magnifies despite pleasures to obsess
and the norm we find daily is still not joy but depress
 
thus sow the end of these freedoms we've gained
no boundary not breached by the id unconstrained
telling we've succumbed and taken the bait

and so barred from gaining control of our fate
yet we feel we're the pinnacle of all destiny
and all that's required to become divinity
still we're longing with no sight of a cure
when we're all that's required, complete and secure
well something's uncouth when opposites say sooth
and this harried self realizing just won't sleuth


elementary. science is in lieu when all else hasn't clue
since all we could know has to be in our view
and this profession carrys on, always with our reprieve
for as this rise may conceive, shall as it set so aggrieve
enlightenment turns and is gone, eclipsed from our sight
leaving we who follow on ever revolving this night

 

that taste of the fruit of the knowledge of science instills
prescribed for the very bane to offer this pill
and to count on the spell of numbers to seize the day
are the number to count on to be seized in its sway
for these clues hold light on the spell of their night
and illuminate the dawn a new day would ignite


they vied and decried as illiberal and extreme
accused exclusion of diversity that courted esteem
now they'll have no other, dare not defy their supreme hue
this edict seems similar to the one they would eschew
for intolerance they accused then, now intolerance they enforce
as night descends upon all who tarry on Its course
from union to oligarchy will they quell to maintain
from generation to the next til no divergence remains
against one creed they assailed with rancorous drone
now the same they deploy against any rule but their own
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Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  January 29, 2011
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* all due credit to Skittles for the title
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