written by and African child

Colour

When I was born, I was black.

When I grow up, I am black.

When I go under the Sun, I am black.

When I am sick, I am black.

And when I die, I still look black.

And you white fellows.

When you were born, you were pink.

When you grow up, you are white.

When you go in the Sun, you are red.

When you are cold, you are blue.

When you are scared, you are yellow.

When you re sick, you are green.

And when you die, you are grey.

And you are calling me coloured?

this poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, written by an African child. if a child can think of this why cant the adults do so as well?