Dirty rainbows

Acid rains from these black coloured clouds,
As children hide in their shacks
Trying to avoid the burn of disappointment.

A colour scale of grey is all that blankets
this edge of hopeless humanity,
Since when did the world turn so hard?

Was it when the streets bit back
And the drugs stopped numbing the pain
Or when we realized life is pointless?

Even still, dirty rainbows come
Shining through the leftover ash
That blanket the last time you Gave a damn.

And with that, even through this eternity
We know that there is always a little colour
Leftover from abondoned hope.