A situation – you call black, I call white
We discuss all through the day into the night
Into the dark, unto twilight
Our understanding – our imagination taking flight
Slowly our words become trite
We argue, with no respite
Not a worry, about the consequences of the fight
Not a worry, about the slew of slights
Supporters of both our camps, quite forthright
In their understanding, of wrong from right
Quite a riot , they manage to incite
There seems no end, no end at all in sight
Seemingly, at the rope’s end, one reaches a bight
Another look at the situation, an idea ignites
Maybe it was wrong to reject black outright?
Maybe it could be understood just a shade light?
Slowly, the discussions start to get polite
Looking at their view, and loosening the hold on ours – tight
An understanding emerges – Neither black nor white
But, beautiful shades of gray, a true delight!
Naradtales 
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