Profundity's out the mouth of a South Africa teenager

Poem:  Careful Spirit  (South Africa) Tuesday, 26 January 2010 It was called a place defined by colour. Discriminated were the blue people And arrogant were the red. Then there were the golden ones,  Who reached through the glimmer of the rainbow And offered hands to all. Shocked by the brilliance of the laughing waves Sparkling blue in the Cape.Awe inspired by the diverse trees, who, like the country's people, Derive personalities from stories told by the land. Spirits that were once overcast by history  Now having their chance to offer their warmth,Like the sunset they view, with its radiant affectionOf soft rose-orange and yellow glow, Leaving stars as souvenirs. For later, the remembering of old shadows come, And the chilling of night sets in with foreboding fears.The stone-cold aggression of poverty and crime Replicating masks of past mistakes. New battles faced from the icy dark nightsCan threaten the leftover clouds that did not disperse. For if it starts to rain the flooding will come, And I don't want my South Africa to drown. by Clair Melvill (15)