Holy war makes zealots of non-pious & faithful alike.
From the atheist azure collar to the suicide tyke.
Reductive flags of right & wrong billow in sermons’ hot air.
Progressive winds o’er compensate change; trending elitist fare.
Yin just isn’t yin without encompassing a little yang.
Even its prism has its faults, absent rainbow’s color gang.
A dichromatic living must be a truly awful bore.
Those hunkered down in day or night must be desperate for more.
This is the blindness of black & white sight; polar, distant cries.
All of us living in the gray know that opposites are lies.