Inherited Borders
What is bad in your mind may be good in theirs,
What is good in theirs may trouble yours.
Who are they? Another human shaped by stories handed down,
Lines drawn long ago that still divide the ground.
Parts of the world once distant, rarely crossed,
Boundaries that felt fixed, though many were lost.
Now governments play games, rewriting maps and names,
Letting distant cultures meet, unprepared for the strain.
A clash of worlds unfolding like a game,
Whose move now — and who will carry the blame.
Copyright © Jeffrey Heathfield | Year Posted 2025
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