The white and the black

Life is not black and white, is what he said.
I seldom agreed,
Till the experiences and messages had to repeat,
That pierced brutally, and garunteed to get it fed.

I experienced, I breathed, I delved deep;
And I did protest hard,
Till life had to put me to test and get "me" to be judged;
I yelled, I raved, and Alas..I did creep.

Ironically, a justification to own's actions always supported an ideology whether we believe it or not.
As if it's not life but a mathematical theorem to prove, with the corollaries that we have got.

The smart game of words and the war of Ideologies did continue..!
The purpose of greys were forgotten,
And had left no peace.
Cacophonous songs of wisdom, thereafter were heard,
And seen to bled, on the master's, final hew!