Man created borders
Scarred the earth with lines
The earth did bleed crimson
But he said its fine
For he believed he lived in freedom
But couldn't see he was confined
In the fences he raised
When he drew those lines.
Blood gushed through his veins
Only to fight
As he was drenched
In malice's delight
Was this how he meant to be?
Or was it his might
That he saw the darkness
But the stars bright.
Now he welcomes his brothers
Not with open but loaded arms
But one day he'll realize
He is doing his own harm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice thought, delivering direct message.Rather I may call it warning to us.