The End of The Rainbow

The End of The Rainbow.

There is no pot of gold, no fortunes to be found.

The Leprechauns are conmen, waiting underground.

The party ends, the music fades and so the glitter falls

Swept up by disgruntled workers in their council overalls.

Last night they were divas, playing to the crowd.

Glitter gowns and make-up, playing to the proud.

Today they’re back in hiding, sequins locked away.

Struggling with society, who demonise the gays.

Politicians pay lip service to the minorities they praise,

While they lounge in five-star hotels for which the public pays.

Proud men and women stand up for their beliefs,

And fight against the prejudice with no sign of relief

Every single step we take decides our destiny

But we have no light to guide us, no way to be free.

No- one seems to listen, “It’s getting better”, people say,

But prejudice and hatred never go away.

I’m sure there is a pot of gold, out there to be found,

When all of humanity can share a common ground.

But sadly, like a rainbow, it’s made from light and rain,

That fade before you reach them, and leave us with the pain.