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The Rainbow People (I shed a tear)

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Apr 17, 1997, 3:00:00 AM4/17/97

The Rainbow People (I shed a tear)

There was a time I lived among the rainbow people
a rainbow child among rainbowed children
after suppertime
playing ringoleevo and all smelling
basily tomato saucey
corn beefy and cabbagy
red beany and ricey
frijole and tamaley
don't forget fried chickeny (that's me)
in the sweet green smell of childhood evenings
We'd get our jars to catch lightning bugs
that glittered little golden diamonds
in the last grey glow of day
running jumping snatching jewels from the air
until our lanterns spread a warm pulsating flashing light
and we'd gather together in the sweet smelling grass
sitting indian style and talk the talk of children,
the talk of sunshine and free running laughter
of new games and new toys
whisper ghost stories by firefly light
and be young

I shed a tear now
trying to remember what we said
that kept us rainbowed together, as friends,
as neighbors...I shed a tear now because
the words are lost and the magic is so needed
and the fireflies are few now, and the laughter restrained
and the children no longer sit alone in the night by nature's light
and talk the talk of sunshine
they talk of death and drugs, guns and transmitted diseases...
things they now need to know so young...
I shed a tear

The smell of suppertime is all one flavor now
we gathered to our cultural flocks for one reason or another
and the rainbow dimmed...I don't know why
the rainbow people had to die...
I see them in my minds eye as I pass the window barred homes
security alarmed houses, and snarling guard dogs
I don't even know my neighbor's name
she's just a flash of pale skin and blonde hair passing wordlessly
eyes averted and pocketbook football tucked for the long run
I shed a tear now
strolling the park I played in as a child
kicking beer bottles and crack vials in my path
I shed a tear now as I walk through Brown's harassed
by youngsters who insist I walk the path abandoned
but not forgotton, not forgotton....I shed a tear
as the ghosts of happy children dance across the littered schoolyard
swing on the rusted monkeybars, and I can smell
the evening for a moment like it was before the acrid scent
of old sex and new urine drifts me back to reality
and it's all a graveyard to me...

What were the words we said that made the grass greener
the streets safer, the neighbors friendlier? What were the words
that made the laughter ring like wedding bells?
What were the the words that kept our lives in sunshine and sharing
and caring, my god....if only I could find the magic again
as I shed a tear, one more tear
for the rainbow people.

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