Gray

Gray

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

I �" I, as human - am told of system of codes and laws.

Ethics and matters of choice.

Right and wrong.


It's as I see, there is no clear black and white.

I and we can only find gray.

The argument stands, that there is such a thing as objection, in these matters.

Yet, I do not find it.

You call on the case, murder.

It is wrong, yes, but even then this is subjective.

I would kill a man and be punished, according to law.

I would kill a man and be rewarded, according to war.


We live in a world of grays with only illusions of black and white.

The line endlessly blurred, we cannot hope to find it.


I �" I, as human - am told of system of codes and laws.

I, as human, am held to impossible standards set by dead and dying men.

In this ever changing world.

And I wait.

Wait for the new law of man to come, and to pass.

Endless.

© 2014 The Poet of Black Wings


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This is an interestingly penned write. Definitely captures the reader's attention. awesome job

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Thank you.

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