Black and White, Day and Night

Image from Pixabay

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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