Pseudo Democracy

There are borders made of tall cement walls. 

Relentless mountains & wayfaring rivers that have tasted blood. 

Borders made of armed men dead, alive, forgotten

Borders made of distorted religions

Borders sharp as swords that have cut limbs and breasts.

There are borders we create everywhere

We go like self-proclaimed universe in comfort zones

We are drawing borders on minds and souls

dropping bombs on ideals, we bemoan air raiding people 

who won't conform until they fear even the sight of a shooting star.

We create borders arguing over truths

like  we have more than one kind

Instead we create borders over and over

like horizons stacked up one over the other

We're a world that raises wall around it,

each time a light wants to enter

We're a world that wants the dust to fall soon

so more bombs can be dropped and 

some more dreams may be shot.

that tones was an abuse

we had to survive

Our government assassinate opinions

Our leaders regressing , 

it shows us in the vast blue ocean of iron

cutting holes in other's boat, when own is sinking

WE LIVE IN PSEUDO-DEMOCRACY

and we go on pretending, succumbing adjusting

Who thought us to draw political maps

on the faces of people that enter our countries ?

Who thought us that there only 196 kind of people 

because there are 196 countries ?

We're all one earthquake, one civil cry

short of becoming refugees

and that speaks a lot about the fault lines

under our own democracies

These borders continue to divide,

two sides that are no different from each other 

If we drop this facade of courage 

we'll see our borders are just made of fears

Each direction you look, are horizons.

What seemed beyond the end of vision

and you'd  know it 

doesn't look any different than you 

aren't you beyond the horizon 

for someone else too ?