Borderline

At the beginning of eons, an expansion ensued
What was clumped, swiftly spread apart,
For ages the universe sprawled itself like
Relaxing on the bed on a Sunday morning,
There was always enough space, and there
Always will be ample time to bask at ease,
Just as the heat dissipated and life began
So would the chance for all of us to bloom.

‘What’s mine isn’t yours, yet what yours could be mine,’
So we emphatically raise our fists and define
White lines around empty grasslands, iron fences
Around forests abundant, radar lines across waters
Unending; yet we concoct venom underneath our breaths
And asinine hatred under our skin, when all that is relevant
Is the time for us to love and to smile; all that is inevitable
Is the tranquil repose in the soft earth; all that is given
Is the limitless of this space around us.

Yet knowingly we limit our capacity to share,
Brazenly grafting shoots of acrimony,
Crudely clinging to futile ideals of division,
Of derision, plonked against a pillow of bile
We create borderlines in a world so wide
We ask what even gives us the right
To divide that which wasn’t yours neither mine
But for all that gather around the waterhole
To simply live and laugh and love and sigh.