by Nick Gisburne
Too ignorant for reason or restraint
He finds a plan, a purpose, to obey
Within his world the colour of the paint
Is black or white. There are no shades of grey
The monochrome conspiracies and lies
Infect him with the smog of their deceit
They teach him, with suspicion, to despise
The people he must hate but never meet
Their slick and sticky speeches make him blind
Too arrogant to ever understand
That only truth can treat a twisted mind
A thought too far beyond his reach, too grand
He hears exactly what he wants to hear
While every shade or colour feeds his fear
