Rainbows In Vegas

Like a drop of the rainbow A mother arches herself over her stricken child, A man arches himself over his prostrate wife, And a stranger arches himself over another. Rainbows in a hailstorm, they all are, Bringing out their best colors To hold back the hail of bullets That but for them would rip another: The killer sought to see red Yet from heroes and heroines alike Came the rainbow through his gun sight. Wheezing past the bullets Were ambulances and wheelbarrows, Taxis and foot angels-- All in search of succor for the wounded, the dying... Nowhere, though, did I see the gun laws: While the rainbow flew at half mast, They remained asleep and aloof.