The War of the Pots and Kettles

Black You ARE
AND Black you BE
What ever ELSE
YOU cannot be ME

Whiter than white
And purer than pure
I KNOW what’s RIGHT
That’s my ALLURE

But, How can YOU BE
So very SURE
About what you perceive
as YOUR allure?

So CONFIDENT
In the RULE of LAW
That you can flout it
Whenever your bent
Is to BE without it

YOU think you’re so BRAVE
To call ME DEPRAVED
As you parade your virtue
Symbolized by your STATUE
Of LIBERTY

An OxyMoron
A Freedom you lost
Because of its cost

You think Economics
IS Ergonomics
But YOUR Economics
Is Egonomics

A self-righteous assertion
That leads to Desertion
Of your human nature
In which we so long
To Belong

So, let’s bury the hatchet
There’s no THING to match it
A celebration of DIFFERENCE
And no indifference

No grayness
No blameness
But a splash of colour
Of every hue
Not black and blue

That’s me and you

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