There are no shades or tones of grey
But only light or dark,
Love and hate, right and wrong, so stark—
Diverse as night and day.
Life and death are inked, so weigh—
And right and wrong exposed.
Where is twilight? All is opposed
And there is no halfway.
Belief or distrust, faith or fear
Is written on each page.
What’s black and white, from age to age,
Is printed sharp and clear.