the light disappears
seasons don’t weep for me
squandered soil
all things turned cipher
another manifestation of the shackles
the division never existed
except in our heads
there is nothing to get back to
planetary citizens we
not denizens of nations
nations are lines drawn and re-drawn
on ever-changing and fictitious maps
we squabble and conflict
over their placing and extent
we make names
and we kill for them
i want a nationality
defined by my own boundaries
i want a war
fought in my name only
i want a country
that’s prepared to die for me
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Darren Francis
Picture Chris Bill
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