People say "Ewww, you don't write like you come from the Wirral!" And yet I can't write a better metaphor than this!
WHO PUT SUSPICION IN THE RAINBOW?
A bridge has the first clue
Not a single natural occurrence
Folklore is just the arguments
When enough blood spilt of "Promise"
And promised to whom until every paw
Daubed on crying babies watered
A crossing to where demanded?
Only fair to ask one question
If walk up across bridge
What could happen
If from other way
Possible coming down
In same direction?
The next clue was the vibration
Wouldn't have felt on backside
A love being harvested
For the insincere of bonds
Useless peace inflicted
Onto enemies who installed
Cheat status of reverse
That huge clue of erosion
Crumbling aside for construction
As distraction from the clouding
Whatever light could shine from
If the rainbow is a bridge
From it's side looks if
An endless mouth feeding
Biggest clue for rainbows
Not just light streaks down
Whatever love harvested
The satellite fizz turned stale
And yet create finger-paint tributes!
It's that of humanity wanted reduced
Rainbow adaptable to cage.