Black and white in a world of gray

When was anything
just black or white?
when was the last time
we saw beyond sight?

when did we last look
past our own skin
to see the others
and their pain within?

did black ever run,
while white just bled,
creating the gray,
instead of the red?

is life ever simple?
is shade really seen?
do we yearn for the future
instead of what's been?