A dark line drawn across the map, the land,
the hearts and hopes. An old inconstant lover
turned traitor. Wars conducted undercover.
A cold, coherent stratagem that's planned
to split the world, to conquer and expand.
A paradigm which relegates your brothers
and sisters to the status of 'the other'.
My soul is slowly sucked into quicksand ‒
I love you, fear you, curse you to your grave,
I want you, but your hate poisons my mind ‒
a new refinement of an ancient art.
As flickering shadows play across the cave,
we drift into a dream of humankind ‒
that more unites us than sets us apart.