The Line Poem by Ishan Chaitanya

On this side of the line
Everything seems to be fine.
I trust noone who dares to cross.
The means I might resort to
Can be particularly gross.
And this side of the line
Bears a particular sign
That to claim this piece of ground
Is my very right divine.
Can you feel the anger climbing
Up and down your spine?
Madness raging in your head,
Beads of sweat on your fine bed?
All ideals of policies are
Unavoidably dead.
It's the mushroom season
That is talking from within,
I think it was in Japan
Those mushrooms were first seen.
Just a sec before we begin:
Do you have a valid reason
And do you have someone
You trust to confide in
With all the sheer minuteness
Of your puny little being?
If you step on this side of the line,
I swear I'll show you pain!
If you dare usurp what's mine -
What's that? Come again?
Oh no, don't ask me questions now
That could threaten my firm stand.
I really have no idea
Why the weapon in my hand.