Coloured Poem by Kurt Behle

Coloured by
The way my spirit moves
Gliding through you to give and take
Coloured by
The warmth of hand from above
Shaping me to withstand the currents I will face
Coloured by
The torrents of indevision I grow

Coloured by the mutating maze
That is my people
Like hatred kills the feeble
Like hierarchy masks what is evil
Like heartache becomes the becacon
For the heights redefined by a rising people And when we fly We reshape the wings of reason
Like treason was the crucible for this freedom

To be coloured by
A new view onto a changing past
That is coloured by
The way race
Must break
TO be replaced
By a kaleidoscope of coloures
Built to last