No Room for Grey
We are all raised
To believe there is:
Good and bad,
Law and Chaos,
Black and White.
Bright, shining heroes,
Bathed in sunlight.
Evil, haunted villains
Under a heartless moon.
All out problems will end
When he is in the grave.
It’s not just fiction.
History book have their favorites,
And their hated.
No room for grey
In the human psyche.
The death penalty lives as
long as we believe this illusion.
But what if we’re in the equation?
Not like we’ve ever killed,
Or saved a life,
Or started a war,
Or stopped a killer.
We are told
In the library,
In the theater,
In the classroom,
In our minds,
That there is good and bad,
Law and Chaos,
Black and White.
But what if we’re in the equation.
History books have their favorites.
Are you one.
Nicely done. Provocative, without being at all combative.
ReplyDeleteThis is a stunningly gorgeous poem. I love "under a heartless moon." "Bright shining heroes/bathed in sunlight." And the slap-awake,shocking question at the end. As a child my father always told me in a loud and disturbing adult voice: "It's either black or white." As I grew older,because of his vehemence and the fact that I held someone dear who was in a grey category,I began to see the gray and wonder: What is right? This has informed much social action. For this,I thank him. Congratulations! I wish you well.
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