i loved that! so true.
there was this poem that i read in a german textbook when i was in deutschland on a school exchange. it was by an aboroginee (sorry, wrong spelling) and it was really good. i'll write what i can remember of it:
when you are born you are red
when you grow up you are pink
when you are sick you are green
when you are cold you are blue
when you are angry you are puple
when you are sun-burnt you are orange
when you are old you are grey
and when you are dead you are white
when i am born i am
when i grow up i am b
when i am sick i am l
when i am cold i am a
when i am angry i am c
when i am sun-burnt i am k
when i am old i am
and when i am dead i am still
and yet you call me coloured.
it was something like that. I'm not quite sure why i posted that but it seemd to fit-in with your poem. anyway, i really enjoyed your poem :)