Borders Are Obscenities

Borders are obscenities,
Barbed wire through the heart, Guardians of amenities
Tearing us apart; Scars across the living Earth,
Remnants of old wounds; Bastions of good luck at birth;
Death among the dunes; Walls to stop a surging sea,
Keeping back the tide Of those of us who are not we
Yet would join us inside; Fortresses of fortunes good
And prison camps of bad; Boundaries of brotherhood
In mines and sensors clad; Soon, we hope, to be just lines
Unnoticed as we pass Some unobtrusive welcome signs
Half hidden in tall grass.

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