Black is the colour of power

Of the coal mined from our land

Of the people who form our nation

Of night, of rest, of quiet, of time

 

Yellow is the colour of beauty

Of the fynbos flowers grown wild

Of the people who form our nation

Of work, of loyalty, of friendship and unity

 

Green is the colour of joy

Of the grass overgrown, abundant under our bare feet

Of the people who form our nation

Of growth, of plenty, of fun and happiness

 

Red is the colour of love

Of sunsets, of fire and warmth

Of the people who form our nation

Of blood, of awareness, of care, of healing

 

Blue is the colour of Peace

Of the oceans that surround us

Of the people who form our nation

Of tears, of sadness, of sympathy of mourning

 

White is the colour of wisdom

Of the diamonds mined from our land

Of the people who form our nation

Of day of clarity of purity and light

By Bronwyn Marcus

I wrote this a couple years ago about the South African flag and I am still unsure what to do with it. I thought is could be a children’s picture book but I never get around to doing the illustrations…

Now I am just happy for it to be a poem…. I was starting to get very cynical about our country and brought my poem out to remind me what I once felt about it. Our country is a mess right now but it still has beauty…. Where there is hate, let there be love.