What are these arbitrary lines,

That crack our fragile world?

Rifts, deeper far than eye can see.

Severing nations, you from me.

Cracks imprinted in our minds;

Identities confined.

No place left unclaimed, unstained, unsigned.

Crude the colour, cast like cards,

A stained glass window reduced to shards.

Whose are these arbitrary lines?

They scourge the earth, once whole.

Man's mark made on undeserving Earth,

Dividing, inch from inch, the turf.

Piece by piece our world is taken.

Human order; freedom forsaken.

They are a flawed solution,

Separation, division, disillusion.