Opening of Borders

Opening of borders It deeply touches and bothers When closed are a country’s borders: Sealed, helpful channel of a trade Of super grade. They needlessly suffer, Who chiefly feed from neighbour’s offer, To their radios, a glued concerned ear, Wanting to a different news hear. Opening the borders Is a time-and-again prayer request Of my panicking brothers Separated from the Best: In homilies, giving God’s Angels orders For intervening scissors on the wires across the borders, Their knees getting balder From longer genuflections, Their faces older From meditative reflections. It’s now an active interest in incense By previous haters of its smell: A struggle, impressive, to contain a nonsense And again, The Good, make well. But opening the borders could be Unbolting doors to a journeying plague And vicious bee; To a virus with a clothing decidedly vague Or to some penetrative spies Helping their mission with good lies.