The world was born of steely gray
An utter blending of the shades
Of miserable black and righteous white
Indicating wrong and right.
Or is it white whose hue condemns
And black from which the conscience stems?
Never matter, our impartial domain
Favors neither of its veins
Confounding at its very core
The moral and amoral score.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 3:42 AM UTC
The world was born of steely gray
An utter blending of the shades
Of miserable black and righteous white
Indicating wrong and right.
Or is it white whose hue condemns
And black from which the conscience stems?
Never matter, our impartial domain
Favors neither of its veins
Confounding at its very core
The moral and amoral score.
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