The Line
borders are shaping lives,
impersonating
color of your body
cleanliness of your soul
transparency of your mind
need to fit the frame
borders are ingesting destinies,
devouring
caught in that osmosis draft
they are playing russian roulette
with your need for bed and meal
in which only prize for you is
dream of home, and reality of refugees
borders are changing people,
exchanging
conquer the land
crossing over dead child's body
became universal rule
seems like black and white aren't so different as they preach
they are both monochromatic
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2015
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