Born into abject poverty, Miranda was once nobody's child. So it is surprising that she has done so well for herself. Having attained great wealth, she now enjoys a lifestyle that most people can only dream of. Miranda has lived long and learnt hard lessons in the school of life and now in her late 80s she reflects upon her past failings with regret having acquired a new perspective. She balks at what she used to be - an unapologetic white supremacist. Now that she has repented her past failings, Miranda endeavours to make up for her sins with charitable deeds. But what she really needs is forgiveness? Some of the people possessing the power to grant her wish simply do not trust her. They are either unwilling or unable to grant her the clemency that she so desperately craves. As her years advance, Miranda becomes frantic as she fears it may be too late for her to make amends. But she finds some peace in the love of those who have stretched out the hand of unconditional forgiveness, and she also finds that writing poetry aids her peace of mind.********What is a colour in the eye of the beholder whose heart is in the grip of unbending love?Why - he or she is nothing more than a God given gift sent from above.What is a colour to the unseeing mind of the blind who cannot begin to formulate the concept of a hue?No malice within his heart arises because his psyche cannot conjure a tainted view.He feels only the comfort of a helping hand so dear, Knows only the sharing of the burden with a listening ear.Why can't we all become like blind men, seeing with our hearts and not hating what we see?Can we not look beyond colour to behold a fellowman and just a loving neighbour be?And so I ask you to contemplate this query - what is a colour?What is a colour when death comes to call upon the man who is black?And also visits his white neighbour - can either by his hue keep alive his mortal soul or yet spare himself from the grim reaper's attack?So why then in the name of a colour do we hate?Or in the name of colour others annihilate?Why refuse to look aright upon another as a man -Just because they have been painted by melanin's hand?For surely God in love created all.To provide variety upon this terrestrial ball.So what would your answer be if He should upon you call to ask, what is a colour?Why does one refuse to touch, to know, to love, to feel empathy?What is the reason for such unwarranted hostility?Why not help your neighbour to breathe - why not stop his pain?Won't you speak out to cease the hurt - the emotional dread - the mental strain?Inflicted by one with a defective attitudeUpon one other or two or even a multitudeJust because they differ by their colour.I say there is a better way - a way of honourFor if you would but penetrate the superficial membrane of a hueThen you will find the true being within is just like you.And here's hoping you yourself might then ask too -What is a colour?
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