POEM: Borders

We are all boarders on planet earth divided by many artificial borders…

Borders

They drew first
A straight line
Too the heart of the madder
A dividing lyin’
Between the whirled of things and people
Cutting
Through
Awe that is real
Then
As convenienced
Fallowing the gentle curves of nature
Rivers and shore lines
And fore what
The accost
As they billed a map
Posedly representing reality
Or at leased realty
And figuring
Out people
There own
As nations state
Their setup
Sovereignty
Verses sovereignty
A law
Which man maid
Property rites
Above awe

The law is made for man, not man for the law.

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