Stuck In Pleasantville
There was a society,
That found value in banality.
Never an offensive word was inflected.
For they are spoken for those who need to be corrected.
Never an uncomfortable sermon was uttered
For only comfortable praises were muttered.
They had no eyes to see, nor ears to hear,
For to have them would cause fear.
They thought their culture a colorful sight.
But in truth they were only black and white.
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016
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