The rainbow dappled street
in the balmy yellow sun
by the crisscross waves of the sapphires
and the feet that kiss the cobbles
not walk
or step
but kiss the cobbles
the cobbles of the rainbow dappled street
in the yellow balmy sun
by the crisscross waves of the sapphires
where the flowers sing in time as they dance
they don't wave
or break
but dance and sing
on the rainbow dappled street
in the balmy yellow sun
by the crisscross waves of sapphires
where the children play with knives
not toys
or bikes
but stab and kill
blood streaking
mothers screaming
as the children die bleeding
onto the rainbow dappled street
In the balmy yellow sun
by the crisscross waves of rubies