They say, <br />between black and white there is gray in choices <br />perhaps brown or mulatto or mestizo in people <br /> <br />They say, <br />two wrongs can make a right <br />that atrocity must be answered with another <br /> <br />They say, when the ears hear them clearly, <br />that the soul is caught between two worlds <br />eye for eye, tooth for tooth <br /> <br />They say, when the edge is near, <br />yes! choose a side <br />so only one bomb will strike you <br /> <br />They say, <br />their words are the mind's thoughts <br />but then why do they ring so falsely? <br /> <br />why does the beating heart scream to the throbbing brain <br />no! do not choose <br />but die twice, before forgetting <br />that the line between black and white is not gray <br />but golden <br /> <br />If they say, <br />beware the calm that comes before the storm, <br />then I, I say that the silence in my heart is no calm, <br />but harmony.<br /><br />Aliya Deri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/juxtaposition/
