No limits are known
But must they be?
Borders are for lands,
For people.
For winged birds,
Love is in a tree
A tree which houses their nest
With branches reaching out to crest
It is here, their little one
Take its leap of faith
To fly into the land
Beyond borders
Beyond hope
Beyond which
Human's humanity can cope
No limits were known
But must they be?
Borders are for hatred
Made with the mud of self
Cemented by Id
Borders punish past
Take an eye for an eye
Like the rest of the world Did
If needed
Jump you must
To feel
The wind behind the wings
The wind that overseas borders
The wind that lets you nest
Like a bird
Unscathed by lines of war
The winds that say,
Borders are love turned sour.
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