The world's not always black or white
For the sky lies so wildly, so wide
And we birds fly to and fro
The world's not always black, or white
Some concepts elude our conception
Just as sunlight shines moony in the night
Some of us should learn to right our rights
For as my moving finger writes
So do I try to make some rights right
That the world is not so white
Nor is it so black, alright?
That it has some shades of grey, too;
That our opinions, though ours
Aren't ‘always' ours, nor right in the right sense
So as you conjecture, as you conceptualize
Remember, the world's not so black or white;
You gotta leave some room for ‘ish'.
© Joshua Nnachi (2021) - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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