Black and white

No one contemplates the paradoxical sight,
When black meets white,
For we all think that black is war and peace is white;

One cannot live in the dark or sleep in the light,
And who can forget the times
when white oppresed and black was suppresed;

With the scorching sun and shadow kissed winters,
Was death salvation and life damnation after all?

One thing was for sure; we live in black and white,
Whether by night or by day,
The colours of life may be an illusion,
But I'll remember to enjoy it any way

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