Lines, lines everywhere
Breaking bonds
Of humanity
Of love
Of friendship
Lines drawn in black
Lines drawn in hate
Signals of
National pride
Or selfish possessions?
Lines drawn in blood
Lines for men to die for
Lines seeing lovers part
Lines watching a mother’s
Desperate look
At the son who might not
Return…
Drawing lines will not help
To ease the pain
To feed the poor
To sow the love
To reap smiles
When can we have
Time with no lines
Time with no mine
Time with no yours
Time with just ours….?
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