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Invisible most of the time,
when earth is truly our only border
undefined by ink.
On those arrived upon lines,
popping up like petulant pustules,
oozing stern guns in the hands of stern men,
with dogs trained to ruin lives;
stains,
the only evidence they exist.



Men die to defend them,
and err their grave is grown over,
their death is mocked as banks and corporations,
the face behind a government’s mask,
pushes that country line this way or that,
and the flag they are buried with, they died for,
is no more.

I have no country but my wife;
only in her rests conviction so strong
would I take or give my life.
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Borders
Date: Monday, 11th March 2019 @ 02:09:28 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno


Invisible most of the time,
when earth is truly our only border
undefined by ink.
On those arrived upon lines,
popping up like petulant pustules,
oozing stern guns in the hands of stern men,
with dogs trained to ruin lives;
stains,
the only evidence they exist.



Men die to defend them,
and err their grave is grown over,
their death is mocked as banks and corporations,
the face behind a government’s mask,
pushes that country line this way or that,
and the flag they are buried with, they died for,
is no more.

I have no country but my wife;
only in her rests conviction so strong
would I take or give my life.


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