The ominous boundaries
That we continue to create today
Leave us irreparably divided.
The pains of seclusion
Seldom felt
By those who divide.
Our world was not born
To witness such compartmentalization
Of the Mind Body and Soul.
Rifts
Create havoc
Amongst undeserving
Innocent mortals.
Who decides?
They who see and feel NO pain
Living in Citadels
And Mansions
Made by those
Carefree innocent Souls
Whose lives come at play
Sometimes guillotined
Sometimes put at stake
I wonder for what fault of theirs.
How do we rewind;
How do we repair;
To bring back
That pristine time
Of a World without boundaries and sorrow!
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