The Border Poem by Zorkon Kim

Gazing at the crumbling monument,
the remains of what was once whole.
Looking across, I glimpse the other side,
and wonder how this boundary came to be.
Pondering in my thoughts,
I notice an old man,
stooped over a bench.

'Look there son, '
the old man cries,

'See the border of division.
The border of truth,
the border of hate, loss, and sorrow.
See the line that separates us.
Us, and them.

'Why you ask, why was this to be?
Why did so many fall from a tragic change?
We were once one, until the war,
that tore us all apart.
Hear the tears, the pain and mourning,
of those fallen to thee.'

The old man continued, 'Why war,
why not peace?
Why not joy instead of sorrow,
why not help instead of harm,
why can't this be an ideal world? '

'For this cannot be, since mankind is corrupt.
Imperfect, as is the world.
Therefore, there cannot be true peace.'

But some people are true, some are righteous,
and from the great few,
humanity can be saved.
Perhaps it is you,
Perhaps it is I,
Perhaps...
Everyone is true and righteous inside.'