No one sees in black and white nowadays,
their colors shade what their justice bade.
When big issues sway,
In discernment men say,
there are many a way,
all different and yet the same.
In the end this ones red is that ones orange,
our agreements a treason, to our own reason; bittersweet compromise.
True light is dispersed through the prism of mans view,
ones perspective paints a panorama with colors he knew.
This world is tainted in mans hues;
mixed, matched and arranged,
yet in it’s start one thing remains,
there are just two colors in this domain.
But where is this knowledge most look for in vain, unfiltered unbiased just simple and plain,
this image is mired in colors today.
a poem to riddle the mind.
