Your petty world I refuse to accept
For your rainbows have no black
I condemn them; your fake realities
The substance of morose, they lack.
Behold! For what you see is sunshine
Alas! What you hear is only rain
What my vision sees is macabre
My senses hear sounds of pain
Your propaganda is prosperity
Your conscious neglect; the decay
You give me your world to rejoice
Not knowing it’s my original dismay
You talk of rivers full of life
The rivers of blood, you ignore
My vessel combats the raging waves
You talk of bounties on shore
You want me to paint your rainbow
But your rules keep me back
For your colours are simple seven
And my rainbow even has a black