Border Patrol

This world is at war;        
it dreams of security within walls          
snaking invisible lines        
between a bloody Babylon       
of foreign dialect          
I reminisce about poetry          
old cities and moonlight—           
sacrosanct altars in worship          
between a collarbone and lips;          
a final culture of pleasure          
under a microscopic watch;          
stay close, keep the faith—          
lest a border be built between Us;    
were not our ancestors strangers    
seeking peace in foreign lands
without walls to prevent them
from entering    
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 30th Jan 2019
Author's Note
For J - my buoy in a political circus.
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