The Truth Has No Colour Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

On its day of manufacturing
The truth was not prescribed any colour
It was left on its original uniform
It is the clearest thing ever made
It is easy to trample on it
Because it is invincible to the naked eye
It is easy to spit on it
Because it has no patterns
It is neither solid nor liquid
It is not a gas as well
Just like water
The truth can be contaminated
And be clothed with all sorts of colourants
It can be divided into little bits and pieces
And be distorted
Just like water
The truth has no taste
But it is the best thing ever made
It is made to quench the thirstiness of the spirit
Without the truth, the spirit is dehydrated
Dizzy and wobbling
It is delirious
And out of tune with reality
The truth is the fabric of the spirit
The truth is living water
Without the truth, the spirit is formless
And unhinged
Lost in the wilderness of wickedness