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