I've always been a man who treasures black and white. <br />One either is still breating or one must be dead, <br />all cats are gray due to the colour of the darkest night <br />so black and white is king and that is what I said. <br /> <br />Be flexible said he whose bow was made of pine, <br />there came a point when nothing could extend it more, <br />the splinter took his eye, he fell into the vat of wine <br />his ship was lost at sea and never did return to shore. <br /> <br />A friend named Malcolm Williams, Nigger though to me <br />was quite ashamed of being black, me being white, <br />went through Chicago after curfew, it was hard to see <br />I figured it could be an asset to be dark without the light.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-n-white-cloak-n-dagger-poem/
