These Two

These two walked on together
Hands pretending to hold firm
They are walking  apparently
To the end of the rainbow
But nobody asks whose rainbow?
Who owns the red, yellow, blue?
Who owns the glittering pot of gold
At the end of this rainbow
Can it end already
So that the owner can take his gold
And return home
His gold he says
Dug from my land
Dug by my sweat
Polished in my toils
But apparently we are walking
Walking talking in harmony