The rain in the bow

She was someone’s daughter.
He was someone’s son.
What bitter hate was this
to deny love and end laughter?

What horror they must have seen!
What fear they must have felt!
What torment they must have known!
What a night it must have been!

Her father must be fading away
His mother must be bereft
To know their children suffered
For no reason but loving their way.

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