Oh, how far we've come
searching for faith in a world on fire.
Faith in our notions of our nations
propaganda since the age of maps—
divide and rule.
Rigid stripes to fuel
Territorial bloodsheds, seeping into the
same dark earth.
I do not know how deep into earth
do they claim the land—
how deep into earth
can one mark with blood
the rigid territorial margins?
Soon, a firebird will arise from the ashes
with history’s ugly marks imprinted on its dashing wings.
The fire would cease,
centuries after the ardent pleas of commoners.
The dead will fossilise.
The living will tread on this thin layer of
fire and ice—
driven by our notions of nations
Feeing safe inside our horizontal borders.
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