In these times of black and white ,
With us or against us
,
I am an Angel or a
Crook ,
Depends on from where you look .
Nuances are overlooked,
Subtlety is frowned upon ,
Flying high on their sanctimonious high horses
Preserving their vanity
in deafening theatricals
Looking down on us ,who are still struggling ,
To define our views in their terms
Sneering at us , who are still having
The only minds they failed to turn .
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