Black and white
That’s just colours
Of birds, cliffs or streams
Black is a word
A cloudy sky or a tuft of hair
Both are colours of nature:
Black talons of hawks
White feathers of swans
None of these guys cares
Taste the sweet coke
Ever awe over why it is coloured
Or why skies are white morning and black night?
Talk of sizzling pots
Upon remnants of coal
Or coarse black crude
Refined into light petrol
Think not colour, let life happen
