White

White

This is the storyteller's tale

The seer's warning

The Piper also, He sang this song

But we didn't listen

Maybe our ears stopped

It's white, so we thought

Our daughters danced in the evening shade

And our young men moved with  graceful rhythm

While the grey hairs observed the times

Maybe the steps were wrong

Perhaps the rhythms were flawed

White or grey, we couldn't differentiate

The preacher preached the standards

But we had tasted the drink of compromise

We had enjoyed its convenience

Laxity became our friend

Our recommendations now perverted

Maybe it was never white

Days turned to weeks

Weeks turned to years

The shofar blew, The bells stopped

Now we ask, where is white

And the storyteller reminded us

White is gone.

#White.