Lines of hatred
The bombs drop,
The shrieks , the cries, the violence never stops,
As people battle for control,of the earth, water, the skies,
The minds, their allegiance , powers' illusory prize,
Divide the earth over which they have but,little claim,
For in this strange world, where,by might, lands may be won, by a push or shove
They are only claimed by giving your all,in belonging in love,
And all that is achieved by these walls, fences, lines on a map, that part
Is to draw the lines of hatred in our hearts.
--shubha
