Boundaries are drawn on a map,
Then redrawn a thousand times more before the end,
In a struggle that is perfectly human,
Trekking near to the mirage of security
During times of new anthems and fashion,
On a planet that doesn’t take sides with the victor.
Last I checked we both breathe the air
And wake from sweet dreams with fresh smiles on occasion,
And worry about things we discuss in soft voices,
And plead with the sky to spare our disaster.
When the final time-lapse is viewed at high speed
Please let there be no lines between people.
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