I am a crooked line, I am
I follow rivers' flow
I hug the rugged mountains' base
My path carved long ago.
But men they want to alter me
To suit their selfish needs
They fight and kill, the blood they spill
Until the landscape bleeds.
It's neighbor against neighbor
And father against son
And after all the blood has dried
Has anybody won?
I am a crooked line, you see
I am a border line
It's mankind's folly to dispute
What's Nature's own design.
|Thank you Lunawitch15!!!|
|I nominate Rachel at Rhyme Me A Smile for this award!|
submitted for Saturday Celebration at One Stop Poetry
and the Poetry Bus, April 7 2011
and lunawitch15's Poetry Clambake
and Smiley Sociology Study #5