A world without lines

I wish someday there will be no lines

‘cause lines are testimony to our greed

Be them those which are drawn on the maps

Or those invisible ones with beautiful signs of various faiths

Some of the lines are dark, stained with blood of victims

And covering them are some black flags

Some lines are drawn in between two localities

On one side are the running emaciated, naked bodies of children

On the other side the sound of loud music is resonating

Some lines are less intense between two individuals

But as soon as they move into

Two different huge gatherings of Godmen of unlike faiths

Lines get naturally drawn between them erasing

All marks of their footsteps where they ran and played together

I wish someday those small lines created pieces of destruction

Will not be pointing to other huge vendors of these pieces

Intending to either create more deep dark lines

Or tempting others to do so

I really wish someday

I will see such a place of the dreams of mine

And that day will surely come when

This will be a world without lines.

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