Black and White

Why Black?
Why White?

Do Differing Religions,
Contrasting Beliefs And Philosophies
Have To Mean That One Is Wrong
And The Other Is Right?
That There's AlwaysA Pro And An Antagonist?
That There Always Has To Be
Black And White?

Why Choose Sides
When All We're Really Doing
Is Fighting For Our Own Shade
On Life. . .
Our Own Truth
Our Own Reality. . .
Acting For A Cause That Has Trapped Itself
In Even TheDarkest Corners Of The Heart
To Break Down The Whole System
And Fill With Such
Strong Passion.

Because Everybody's Just Looking
For Personal Paradise
An Escape From This God-Forsaken Land
To An Eternity That Might Never Be
A Forever. . . That Might Never Come.
A Place Where, At Least To Them,
Everything Makes Sense.
Everybody Just Wants Something Of Their Own.

So Does That Really Call For Another War?
Does Soul Searching. . . Life Searching
Really Have To End
In Another Massacre Of Bodies And Beliefs?
In Believing, Should We Have To
Forget Respect. . .
In Exchange For Our Own Rightiousness. . .
Call It A God-Complex.

Do We Really Have To Choose Sides?
Is There Really Such A Thing As
Black And White. . .
Or Is It All Our Fault?