What is our kryptonite?
We see in black or white
We thrive in day or night
As though the world is a binary scene –
From our visceral genes.
Do genes dictate “might makes right”?
Constant fight or flight
Absolute wrong or right
As though the reality is where we lean –
From our historical wins.
Perhaps not quite right?
Our eyes are neither black nor white
Our minds are neither dark nor bright
As though we are not the extremes nor mean –
But the beautiful red, blue, green.
© Marmotian 2022
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