Why do you force my heart to make boundaries, to draw fences non-existent – These lines that you dig into the waters of my life: Futile as foam-flecks – Why stretch barb wire that differentiates you and me, enclosing me into camps my conscience rejects? I feel the pain arrowing in your chest, the drag of sighs in your breath. If that is reality then what is this – which says I must delight in your pain and call it Victory and Righteousness? Death must be right or it would not be – But is it mine to bestow? Does it carry the colors of Victory; Is my hand right, or yours? When you and I and this plot of land Are all reduced to silence? Give me the answers: You who know the limits of your ignorance, and can believe a rarer world exists in you and me Unbounded by our little laws, claiming divinity, waving flags- Virtual reality?
