Not All Rainbows Lead to a Pot of Gold

Rage that burns the brightest reds and crimsons, like the blood boiling in the veins.
Anarchy dwells in the minds of the masses, the hopeless seeking a new world.
Ignorance plastered across all the screens, only to dull the senses and keep them quiet.
Nothing burns brighter than the candle of hope, flickering against the gale.
Breath by breath the lives of many are stolen, never a new dawn to see.
Over and over the movie reel plays, though the audience has gone home.
Worry not dear fiends and friends, the devil's work is never done.