Pride

Rain is what they love,

Not the Rainbow above.

Fondness for the sky they show,

Indifference for the Rainbow.

Serene and Symbolic

Every solitary color.

Disdain and Despicable

When stacked together.

Love A Sickness,

That’s all a fable.

From what you pick,

Handful choices on a table.

For the Love we love,

They call it a bane.

And we the lovers,

Sinner , sick and insane.

The identity we hold

The verity we carry

The ambience so cold,

Pitiful, flippant and scary.

War we shall win,

The Rainbow we shall love,

Tenderness within

And Pride above.