Kite

Kite

Brown triangle floating
In agonising pain
I struggle to bring you back
The cord cuts my vein.

I bleed the colour
Lying dormant under your brown skin
You, the innocent victim
Cultures become dividing.

My kite flies in the open
Skies of blue and red
So much pain for his mortal soul
We are dead.

Running too fast
With blood on my trail
Racists and hunters
We wanted freedom now.

Too late for the coffee coloured stages
And the hundred year wait
We wanted to be together for life
'You' intercepted fate.

Harsh winds battle to break his frame
Kite being torn like bullets from a gun
The distance in the open is a far greater walk
Legs in chains, no liberty to run.

Along the green bank you fall
Holding the cord I tie you to my hand
Colours of identity
Ignorant people that fail to understand.

Brown paper flying in the wind
Knowing either way it will end
I stand by your side
Colour or no colour - my darling friend.