There is no colour like black and white
It is always grey, even on a pitch-dark night
They are searching for bosons and quarks
And God’s elusive particle, the initial spark
Though Darwin has us all under his arm
But palpably still, God holds his charm
Yet, there’s fury out of belief and not calm
God is no relief; divisive metal in the palm
Blunt tepid moons for pacifistic somnambulists
Religion was coercion for long like a slap on wrists
It is still a weapon and there’s death in its bullet
Sadly, its vast ocean can never be refuge’s inlet
Love is hanging, hate is banging; black is not white
Bad blood is too common, misdirected is the fight
Do we wonder if greed is grey, what about hunger?
Yet, all we need is an electrician and a plumber
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