Purple,
Let the royalty through.
The crowd parts for the rich.
Indigo,
The people smell of dung as they
Stain their hands making dye
For the clothes of the wealthy.
Blue,
The sky above shows through
The clouds.
Green,
The pastures filled with sheep gleam
Like emeralds.
Gems glimmer on the hills surrounding.
Yellow,
Faces pale as the ground begins to shake,
As it has been lately,
It seems, all the time.
Orange,
The fire spouts from the mountain
Overlooking the city.
People hurry,
Crying to the gods for help.
Rocks fly,
And those who stop are crushed.
Red,
The blood seeps out of the city,
Streams fill with ash,
People lay encased in stone,
Until one day....
