The Hill (2-7-97)

After a long but brisk walk
He finds his favourite place
On the top of the hill
To rest for an hour or more
To look down at the world
To reflect on and resurrect memories

Once again his world is at war
Lost at sea
Once again people put each other down
Humiliate each other
Once again no problems are solved

He can see the hints of gold and green
If he looks one way
And bright blues and reds
If he looks the other
Colours, frequencies of light perceived by the eye that connects to the brain
Colours, symbols of separation through the centuries

The black Nazi Swastika and the gold Jewish Star
The ongoing race struggle of black versus white
Flags, colours that give people identities
Uniforms, colours that take identities away
Wars of colours, of good and evil
But what do you do when there is no good and no ultimate evil?

And you teach the children
To play the tune
You say the flag gives them an identity
But you forget about the uniform
That, that they have to wear
That, that strips their identity away

The world spins for a moment
And all the colours blend into one
He watches the colours slowly separate
And once again he is faced with reality
From the top of the hill
He is looking down at the world