Why do you force my heart
to make boundaries,
to draw fences non-existent-
These lines 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 colours 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?