Lines Drawn

Blessed are those who live in certainty,
Lives struck down by pen strokes unfortunate,
Uprooted trees by flood from shrewd offshore ones
Cheap lives against some’s divine mountainous ego.

Armistice is to conclude, then why war?
No, it arouses fire of pity in leaders’ wetland heart,
Conferring an identity of segregation to masses
Catharsis to release frustration beyond lines.

Loved land no longer native’s legacy,
Adieu paid by hasty migration of wings
To a land new of alien strange culture
Where opportunities cut-throat and stuffed colonies.

Crave old a glance of their past world,
Young strive to call foreign their own.