The Zebra's Gray

The zebra’s black-
The zebra’s white-
We aren’t sure,
But we’re still willing to fight.
We could be wrong,
But we know we’re right,
So we debate through the day,
And all through the night,
Until we learn to hate each other,
Because of the other’s opinion,
When maybe,
All along,
The zebra was gray,
And we just couldn’t see it.