No Rainbow Is Not Beautiful

The sun was beaming behind the teasing veils of rainy clouds,
Before uncontainable condensation broke the tease started pouring rain.
The days are milder and makes some cozy in slumberland,
But not for the many impose in misery by the wetter conditions.

It is times of trial, sigh, lashing cruelty upon millions lives,
When did brutality and bloodshed become this indiscriminate?
Tests and experiments for mankind continuing times of tribulation,
Why are instruments of belligerence even a business transaction?

Grieving news is never meant as educational material,
Neither it is desirable for pleasant reading;
And whence, as desperate as one wants to shun them from sights,
Every horrification transpired mundanity makes an unruly presence in all media.

Every day evil's doing is cruelly the same sophistication going worse,
Every minute there lies a compatriot demon prowling, preying,
Every moment anyone not dreads for the millions in fear living?

Tomorrow,
Will the sun beams, dispersing the veils of precipitation?
Will precipitation unveiling be denser or tenser or both?
Will there be a rainbow at the end of a storm of horrification?

Any rainbow.
Just a rainbow where we may find a fortress of courage;
By following the path of a mere manifestation of one rainbow,
To the end where all are free and courage prevails hope,
When we are not afraid anymore.