Don’t tell me that the world is black and white

Don't tell me that the world is black and white,

Don't pretend there is only good or bad.

You dismiss them all as monsters, despite

The fact that we are all grieving, all sad.

I will never forget the pain previewed,

almost buried, in the eyes of strangers,

or the sound of my footsteps in their shoes.

You seek safety, but this view has dangers.

If you could see their thoughts, desires, fears,

would you still cling to this mentality?

If you lived through their laughter, nightmares, tears,

would you still judge with such brutality?

Right versus wrong denies us emotion.

We are all human, we are all broken.