FIGHT SPECTRUM

The water-bowl of gray obscenity is a pisspot of nationality. What once was clear and clean and purely white now turns a putrid yellow in this light. The black man chooses not to see, what other color can he be? The white man sees nothing else: blind to the stormy petrels. Which one is worse, the other asks, Both, by the way of race's tasks. Color - the two edged sword in blunt array, so sharp and beautiful, the cloven day. Today, we fight a rainbow war - each cleft tomorrow there willbe none of us left.