The six colors of the huge bow in the sky
Shifted to the Red band
Staining them with the hue
Then came down on this Earth
As one red butterfly
Sitting on a white rose
I was amazed to see
How the bright red wings
Were slowly transforming them into alphabets
Until a word was formed:
GARISSA!*
O Lord!
How to change those stony hearts
Into the soft petals
Of a fragrant love
To turn this nightmare
Of a world
Into a honeyed cote
Of the White Dove?
*A total of 147 people were shot dead in a terror attack at Garrisa
University, Kenya, this year. Most of the victims were students. It’s a
gruesome sight to see the walls of the rooms stained with their dried up blood.
Many of whom were first generation university goers with the rainbow-dreams of
supporting their family in future.
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Colors
