The physical borders of nations is drawn arbitrarily,
the weak at the receiving end,
The rich and powerful keep changing the borders,
using their arsenal to dictate,
The Map keep changing like the waves at sea,
never still, rising to peak and down,
The geographical contours fade in front of history,
drawn on military might and death.
We have seen events unfold dramatically,
diabolically, sudden and sordid, shocking,
The World Wars, the Middle East, Africa,
Maps at the mercy of mercurial chiefs,
Families torn apart, brothers fighting each other,
vengeance, revenge, many orphans,
Map a mute witness to the greed of man,
its colours mostly soaked in blood red.

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