Staring at a wall
It is a canvas for my thoughts
Paint a mural with my mind
It is the neutrals that I fought

The neutrals being black and white
The war being won and lost
The problem is critical
Maybe the picture should be tossed

No, the artwork should be seen
Displayed in a museum
For millions to pass it by
Look at it and wonder why

Brotherhood has vanished
This is the way I feel
Maybe it was never there
Future actions will reveal

I'll add some red to the masterpiece
Because it wouldn't [bad word] 
When you force neutrals on each other
The canvas always bleeds

It doesn't have to be that way
Not that way at all
Working hand in hand
Is the way the illness falls

When the sickness fades
We will all be saved
All lifeforms work as one
The world will properly function

Brotherhood has vanished
This is the way I feel
Maybe it was never there
Future actions will reveal