THE DEVIL'S RAINBOW

I saw the Devil's Rainbow
shimmering in the sky
and where it touched the earth
all life began to die.
I heard the unborn crying
within the deadly mist
where DNA was twisted
by its evil kiss.

I saw the Devil's Rainbow
A shroud upon the land
Purple, orange, pink and blue
And children born without their hands
or brains or eyes in Viet Nam
as corporate ghouls sold their souls
in testament to greed and lies
falling from the poisoned skies.

What chemicals? The politicians said
as grieving widows buried their dead
What birth defects? They knowingly grinned
As Prime Ministers and political prostitutes
Poured themselves another stiff gin
And slunk away to Anzac Day parades
to speak fine words
and continue to deny
the dance of Death's Rainbow
in history's eye.

©Copyright circa 2000 by John A. Moller