Borders are
obscenities,
Barbed wire through the heart,
Guardians of amenities
Tearing us apart;
Scars across the living Earth,
Remnants of old wounds;
Bastions of good luck at birth;
Death among the dunes;
Walls to stop a surging sea,
Keeping back the tide
Of those of us who are not we
Yet would join us inside;
Fortresses of fortunes good
And prison camps of bad;
Boundaries of brotherhood
In mines and sensors clad;
Soon, we hope, to be just lines
Unnoticed as we pass
Some unobtrusive welcome signs
Half hidden in tall grass.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Maryandra's Waltz. By Jesse Gallagher. Music free to use at YouTube.